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Out of A Writer’s Head

Out of A Writer’s Headby Michael DoyleSome who writeHave fumbled for wordsAs though words aren’t rightEven as they’ve occurredWhether poetry or proseIt’s the words that passIt’s less what one knowsBut what has amassedWords flow best in experienceThen become arranged by … Continue reading

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The End of Everything

The End of Everythingby Michael DoyleBeware of a woman’s scornAnd the wrath that followsYou’ll find more than halo tornWhen descending into those hollowsCrippling revenge bring no justiceEuripides puts tragedy into practiceFinding that stronger than a lover’s loveThere are wounds incurable … Continue reading

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