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Thought For the Day: Drama Is Life With the Dull Bits Left Out. There Is No Terror In the Bang, Only In the Anticipation of It

“Drama is life with the dull bits left out. There is no terror in the bang, only in the anticipation of it. I believe in putting the horror in the minds of the audience, and not necessarily on the screen. … Continue reading

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Lost Plot

Lost Plotby Michael DoyleEverywhere I look, it seems forgotIs it just me, or have we lost the plotI feel it in the murderous laughterThe distant thunder is lost but chases afterSociety’s fracturing psyche is in traumaAs wordlessly we watch all … Continue reading

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The Original Wild Child

The Original Wild Childby Michael DoyleOver pizza. we swung from vine to vineThese laughing daughters making the timeTo watch a remake of Tarzan this Saturday nightEach smile a moonbeam of their father’s delightWe talk as we watch Africa’s original feral … Continue reading

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Puer Aeternus

Puer Aeternusby Michael DoyleIt seems that from out of nowhere subtleThere’s an argument that has no rebuttalThat all of my desire for the highest riskHas passed my logic by walking tall and briskMy life had always been fairly straight and … Continue reading

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A Montage of Selective Outrage

A Selective Montage of Selective Outrageby Michael DoyleHave we finally got to the turn of the pageLiving life cut by cut of selective outrageIt seems so, or at least I have this hunchThat a few bad apples have spoiled the … Continue reading

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Too Much Drama

Too Much Dramaby Michael DoyleThere’s too much drama everywhereOn every screen we stop and stareTikTok, Instagram, and even on ZoomAll around us is nothing but doomForced focus gives nothing but opportunityTo live life as if it’s only catastropheAt every switch, … Continue reading

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Thought For the Day: All Art Comes Out of Conflict

“I think all art comes out of conflict. When I write I am always looking for the dramatic kernel of an event, the junctures of people’s lives when they go in one direction, not another.” – Joyce Carol Oates

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Layers of Emotion

Layers of Emotionby Michael DoyleOur hearts hold feelings deeper than oceansIt’s up to us to manage our own emotionsThe heart of the matter is that hearts matterYet, we must do this or our lives might shatterFeelings are so very hard … Continue reading

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A Visit To An Exotic Feline Rescue

A Visit To An Exotic Feline Rescueby Michael DoyleI visited a feline rescueWith my daughters to take a viewThoughts given to the depravedAnd the gracious souls who’ve savedThese big cats, who were once littleDrawn towards the drama’s middleOf how humans … Continue reading

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Things Remembered

Things Rememberedby Michael DoyleDespite the well of star-crossed tearsHaving had been ponded through the yearsOf one thing, I have certainly foundThat there are enough words to be chased aroundOne thing proven is the swollen sure chanceInvolved in each moment lived … Continue reading

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