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Science Fiction and Frankenstein’s Creature

Science Fiction and Frankenstein’s Creatureby Michael DoyleThough literary snobs can find it less than delectableScience Fiction has grown up as quiet respectableSnobbery has ever been fashionable even at HalloweenStill science fiction’s limitations certainly don’t meanThat there is nothing really scary … Continue reading

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The Power In No

The Power In Noby Michael DoyleIn my life, I’ve been a sonHeld by a mother as second to noneTo my sister, I have been a brotherLoved by her like no otherI’ve been a doting sort of fatherOf my two beautiful, … Continue reading

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Echo of Love

Echo of Loveby Michael DoyleIn love, there’s no honorable mentionNor is it really a process of eliminationIt comes down to a concrete decisionAt least if you have the right intentionIf your head is really spinningIt might be that you’re finally … Continue reading

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A New Horizon

A New Horizonby Michael DoyleOpen up your eyes and seeLook into the new horizonThe morning light brings possibilityShining on without corruptionThe purity of this new dayLies in your hands to be madeThe rain may fall along the wayBut don’t hide … Continue reading

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Chanukah and Antisemitism

In solidarity with the Jewish people around the globe on this first night of Chanukah! Chanukah and Antisemitismby Michael DoyleIn what should be a quiet season filled with optimismIt is hard to feel life without a bit of pessimismStill, menorah … Continue reading

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Thought For the Day: Everybody, Soon Or Late, Sits Down To A Banquet of Consequences

“Everybody, soon or late, sits down to a banquet of consequences.” -Robert Louis Stevenson, novelist, essayist, and poet (13 Nov 1850-1894)

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Like Wanderers Seeking

Like Wanderers Seekingby Michael DoyleLike wanderers wandering a lovelier wayWe plant the seeds that bring the new daysWith a fullness of dreams filling our heartsWe loosely planned how the days would startBut kept the freedom breathing in and outNever steadfastly … Continue reading

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Forge of Identity

Forge of Identityby Michael DoyleAlexander’s naked tears were weptFor the one secret that could not be keptThat there was an unconquered infinityOf worlds to be experienced on his journeyThat would never be his in infinite refrainNone of which could know … Continue reading

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A Dance of Fate

A Dance of Fateby Michael DoyleLife is more than merely fateIt is never really too lateTo realize that we have choicesLifted up in our true voicesIf only we might chooseNo longer allowing life to abuseExamining what we might refuseAnd refusing … Continue reading

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Well-Tempered Clavier Played In Discord

Well-Tempered Clavier Played In Discordby Michael DoyleThe disappointmentWas of an inevitabilityAfter all, to err is humanity’s Greatest capabilityVery few are hard wiredInto our grand designWe don’t stand a prayerIn the face of the divineEven the hand of the creatorIs open … Continue reading

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