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Thought For the Day: The Difference Between False Memories and True Ones Is the Same As For Jewels: It Is Always the False Ones That Look the Most Real, The Most Brilliant

“The difference between false memories and true ones is the same as for jewels: it is always the false ones that look the most real, the most brilliant.” -Salvador Dali, painter (11 May 1904-1989)

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Moonkyst and the Twisted Fae

Moonkyst and the Twisted Faeby Michael DoyleIn the early morning mistWe dream our dreams moonkystit’s a fantasy, some might sayBut it gets us through another daySome dance the dance of twisted faeWhile the music plays; they swayAs if it might … Continue reading

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Until My Eyes Close

Until My Eyes Closeby Michael DoyleThe other day, I was so tiredIt seemed my life was a tearAnd though the coffee kept me firedMy heart felt troubled and insincereLike I wished that I could find an exitFrom this highway, I … Continue reading

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A Mix Inside the Mix

A Mix Inside the Mixby Pure Love and Michael Romani Look inside the mirrorWhat you see is only surfaceTo believe it is to be in errorAnd only see the face Inside every line is the traceOf a life lived in … Continue reading

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Making Moments Memories

Making Moments Memoriesby Michael DoyleIt’s the momentsNot selfies that we needIn these times that aren’t contentBut from these, we can be freedLike mental orgasmsCrept up on with enthusiasmNot the dull day of egoThat add up to practically zeroOne photo after … Continue reading

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Cinderella of the Pacific

A friend of mine invented a 5 line form of poetry in honor of Cinco de Mayo this year. At a short form poetry workshop tonight, I turned this into five verses of this and wrote the following in recollection … Continue reading

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In the Sneeze of A Sweet Blink

In the Sneeze of A Sweet Blinkby Michael DoyleIn the sneeze of a sweet blinkShe was deeper than I’d thinkBreathing through my old heartNever to ever want to departThe memories that we buildWhether at home or afieldAre those that I … Continue reading

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Hymn To the 2020 Christmas Star

Hymn To the 2020 Christmas Starby Michael Doyle 2020 has been a year soul revealingCovid and larceny were ever stealingAny hope for semblance of hopefulnessDenying any hint of serenity and bliss We cried and wondered out of hopeTrying our best … Continue reading

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Thought For the Day: Become A Child Again At Christmastime

“Our hearts grow tender with childhood memories and love of kindred, and we are better throughout the year for having, in spirit, become a child again at Christmastime.” – Laura Ingalls Wilder

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Having Heard the Warning

Further reflections on my eldest daughter turning 13: Heaving Heard the Warning by Michael Doyle On Saturday night as I kissed you into sleep There was a part of me that wanted to keep This moment forever as a sacred … Continue reading

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