Tag Archives: Crooked

Watercolor Still Life

Watercolor Still Lifeby Michael DoyleWhen you ask me about the Harlem Renaissance I have to ponder and work out my best responseArt Deco found its African American affirmationDelivered as a watercolor still life in confirmationThat things are never quite as concise … Continue reading

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Uncomfortable Truths Sown

Uncomfortable Truths Sownby Michael DoyleUncomfortable truths push forward mortal historyAt times, these must be sown despite the miseryand the writers of the day must dare to openly criticizeAnd question the prevailing order that we must analyzeHowever, winding or twisting the … Continue reading

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Thought For the Day: May Your Trails Be Crooked, Winding, Lonesome, Dangerous, Leading To the Most Amazing View

“May your trails be crooked, winding, lonesome, dangerous, leading to the most amazing view. May your mountains rise into and above the clouds.” -Edward Abbey, naturalist and author (29 Jan 1927-1989)

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Halloween: Daughters of Salem

Daughters of Salemby Michael DoyleIn the misted realm of nightmaresBeyond the screens of our daily careThe daughters of Salem tossIn their graveyards of the crooked crossHidden tears masked by blood stainsThat cannot wash away with the cold rainsIs the fear … Continue reading

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