Taggart's Poetry
After the Rain
After the Rain
After the rain
Old Hills
Old Hills
I am older now
For Wendell
For Wendell
Your words are like the house you built by the river with your wife— aged oak, smoothed with time and care— simple, true, and strong.
Last Post
Last Post
I think a lot about
The River
The River
You and I are
Accountable
Accountable
They knew way back in seventy-two, in big block letters on the overhead projector:
The Monster
The Monster
Years after leaving power, The Monster finally dies and people cheer the news like justice.
Seeking Grace
Seeking Grace
At night I walked