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Love Steps Out

Love Steps Outby Michael DoyleEvery hour that is passingTurns into its own test.I find my life always changing. I don’t get much rest.It’s a long way to the sun.But I keep on reaching out.It seems my dreams have just begun.I … Continue reading

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Thought For the Day: The Ideal Subject of Totalitarian Rule Is Not the Convinced Nazi Or the Dedicated Communist, But People For Whom the Distinction Between Fact and Fiction, True and False, No Longer Exists

“The ideal subject of totalitarian rule is not the convinced Nazi or the dedicated communist, but people for whom the distinction between fact and fiction, true and false, no longer exists.” – Hannah Arendt (We are living in dangerous times … Continue reading

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The Details on Liberty Street

The Details On Liberty Streetby Michael DoyleMortality beats a heavy drum in perspective.Memories of past conversations are kept respectiveOf all the years that have since come and gone.Only the night herself can say when to move on.The sharing of souls … Continue reading

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Well Met In the Night

Well Met In the Nightby Michael DoyleWe meet in the night, hiding in the masqueradePretending, as we do, in our game of charade,That while we pretend to have no hint of fearThere’s security that gains us gathered here. Social wallflowers … Continue reading

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No Hiding

No Hidingby Michael DoyleSometimes truth is stranger than fiction,With a whisper of angst, you find it in the friction.It’s the slow burn of ambiguous moral values,Hammered hard as if by some forsaken miscue.I like a friend with some mischief in … Continue reading

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Beneath the Skin

Beneath the Skinby Michael DoyleThere just beneath my skinAs simple as you pleaseIs the real me that beginsWith the will not to appeaseBut to be just who I am insideBehind my appearance, I hideDisguised by the roles I playIs the … Continue reading

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The Influence of Pulp Fiction

The Influence of Pulp Fictionby Michael DoyleScience fiction without a snarkDidn’t just materialize out of the darkIn 1926, Hugo Gernsback, without a lot of gloryCame to publish the first Amazing StoriesFrom the cover of this first, we might knowThe Hugo … Continue reading

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Thought For the Day: If Life’s Lessons Could Be Reduced To Single Sentences, There Would Be No Need For Fiction

“If life’s lessons could be reduced to single sentences, there would be no need for fiction.” -Scott Turow, author and lawyer (b. 12 Apr 1949)

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Blind Eye Curiosity Collection

Blind Eye Curiosity Collectionby Michael DoyleEvery traveler is a hero in their own storyImperialists and kleptomaniacs after a slice of gloryCulturally misappropriating cultures for the takingCollecting treasures boxed away to the point of breakingContesting the pragmatic bounds of lopsided sentimentsAs … Continue reading

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Truth of Dust Roads Taken

Truth of Dust Roads Takenby Michael DoyleSome of the deepest truths are told in fictionEspecially those of times of historical frictionPushed into competition over narrowed resourcesInherent conflicts rise as nature takes its coursesSome conflicts come with visible tags of shameWhere … Continue reading

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