September 2024
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by Michael Plante The howling wake returned an answerto a riddle I asked many years ago.The feather did falter and was lost in the nightnever to return to the river’s edge. The incumbent star of spirits passedholds secure the lasting lightforever reminding uswhere the river is. Trickery or tomfoolery trips the mindstumbling behind the shadows…
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by Michael Plante Sometimes love strikes like a lightening boltthe passion vibrates the soul.Two new lovers are born and set freetheir bond is the binder of timetheir love is a light for those in darkness. Sometimes love is createdby two passionate artists.Their canvass is life, their brushes forged in lonelinesstheir colors so bright it forces…
