Tag Archives: Good As It Gets

On the Swivel

On the Swivelby Michael DoyleEach passing season brings new discovery.Hidden within our unintentional etymology,Each season brings its liberation from history.When treated as newly known, it brings liberty.The scholars pretend that it brings new value,As if these were never noticed by … Continue reading

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Thanksgiving Contemplation

Thanksgiving Contemplationby Michael DoyleDig up the extra silverwareIt’s the time to take careAs we feast on our fareAnd forget the when and whereA claustrophobic proximityAdds to the instant complexityAs we fight over dinnertimeAnd what exactly rhymesWith the thoughts of gratitudeAs … Continue reading

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