Poem-

Celebrating the rise to liberty
while crushing the hushed crowd
to appease the masses to prove
to the kings and queens all is well
for the very few who have freedom
is like watching nothing from my window.
The mighty Raven gliding through the
entrance of the woods with such
fluidity carries no weight from these
screens; the hands of the bent heads
mashing teeth to gum live within these walls.
That world lives in another place where my
window cannot reach and where the Raven
will not fly.

-M. Taggart

poem

I don’t assume that homeless
people are unhappy
or miserable

It’s not for me
to decide how they feel

My cousin is homeless
I believe he’s given up on
the societal push to be
”successful“

I don’t think a patch
of woods
or a brook has ever
misguided him

I miss him
I hope to talk
with him
about woods
and streams
and about his
favorite place to sleep

-M. Taggart

poem

We hold back perception’s surprise
by remembering our of self-reflections
and the truths that travel with them
as memories are vibrated by others
to be what they never were

-M. Taggart