Tag Archives: Self-Afflicted

Nuclear Winter Hues

To those who guessed, this Halloween’s poetry theme for me is the monster that lays within far too much of humanity. Nuclear Winter Huesby Michael DoyleNuclear WinterBegins to splinterWith daylight undefinedTricks begin to play on the mindAnother day off the … Continue reading

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The Geometry of Divine Form

The Geometry of Divine Formby Michael DoyleEveryone it seems makes their mistakesBut is is the what we do with the heartbreaksThat makes all of the most meaningful differenceA life well lived holds this with reverenceSuch is the same even of … Continue reading

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