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Halloween: Daughters of Salem

Daughters of Salemby Michael DoyleIn the misted realm of nightmaresBeyond the screens of our daily careThe daughters of Salem tossIn their graveyards of the crooked crossHidden tears masked by blood stainsThat cannot wash away with the cold rainsIs the fear … Continue reading

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Born In the Dawn

Tales of magic and the quests that invariably accompany these always tug at my soul. Born In the Dawn by Michael Doyle In the mists of time, there is a story Of the sword of power and it’s full glory … Continue reading

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Sailing An Impersonal Apocalypse

I heard an interesting global reading of Coleridge’s The Rime of the Ancient Mariner.  From this contrasted with the pandemic lockdown came: Sailing An Impersonal Apocalypse by Michael Doyle As is the way of many a hero’s journey Enduring the … Continue reading

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Nourishing the Spirit

Based in part on Matthew 5:6: Nourishing the Spirit by Michael Doyle Blessed are those who hunger and thirst Putting the ways of righteousness first Sustained as these are in their every day Effected as we are; moving out of … Continue reading

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