Tag Archives: Mirror

To My Not So Anonymous Enemy

Don’t worry.  I have a pretty good idea who you are.   shrugs… Your game is all but washed out…Incidentally, if you think being an ocean apart somehow protects against slander and libel in an electronic communication, well, I guess I’m … Continue reading

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Winchester I. The Arrival

There is a famous house in California built the widow of the same Winchester who invented the famous rifle of the same name. Winchester I. The Arrival by Michael Doyle The bell tolls in the dark of night While the … Continue reading

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The Woke Wake Up

There are just ways to advocate against injustice.  There are ways that make moving for justice anything but that.   Now as these predators are being identified by their own online postings, they curl up into fetal position decrying how unfair … Continue reading

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From Darkness To Light

Spent an interesting day learning, seeking and then seeing and then simply being … Or maybe, it was more like several hours in 90+ degrees photographing left me more just taking it all in while conveniently clicking to take photos … Continue reading

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Shrunken Jesus

It’s a paradox really… Shrunken Jesus by Michael Doyle We trust as we say with our might Believing as we will in truth and light That Jesus has the power to save our souls Then in whispers we wonder at … Continue reading

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A Haunting Place

Ghosts don’t require ancient castles or haunted Victorian homes.  Sometimes the most haunting place is alone inside a person’s mind. A Haunting Place by Michael Doyle Inside my mind is a haunting place Filled with missed memories I wish to … Continue reading

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Hello Echo

Some mysteries are better left under lock and key. Hello Echo by Michael Doyle Deeper than an echo In a wishing well Hidden in the shadow Shivering to its last detail You have to listen To the whispers calling Can … Continue reading

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Happy Mother’s Day, Too

My ex-wife could never gracefully receive a present.  Not just from me but from our daughters, they tell me.  Still, despite all, there is one gift I would yet give her on this day particularly after the reminders received over … Continue reading

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Tribalisms of Empathy

Society’s kindness has gone markedly down as we tend to polarize and communicate online via social media more.   It’s sort of sparking a lot of interest, particularly in these times of social isolation,  in getting folks to begin dialoging … Continue reading

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Holding Hands With the Sun

Falling in love with art is an intimate construction within ourselves expressed both outwardly and inwardly. Holding Hands With the Sun by Michael Doyle An experience of the narrative Doodles swirled in declarative Filling out the feels An imaginative look … Continue reading

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