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Happy Father’s Day Mom
by Michael Plante It couldn’t have been an easy choice walking away from your wife and children. To drown your memories in alcohol every night while the family you left behind struggled to put food on the table. But it’s… Continue reading
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Star Dust To Roses
by Michael Plante She sleeps in metaphors of dying lightblind to the colours that forces the night.Dreaming of my arrival she awaitsas metaphors fall from the evening sky.Like shooting stars they disappearinto oblivion where lovers transform themfrom star dust to… Continue reading
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Canadian Ice
by Michael Plante There is an old tin shed in the woodsits rustic characteristics give it poise and wonderdistinguishing notables’ hang upon the wallsyesteryears’ crafted tools.Our forefather’s pride displayed honorably. Thin saplings line the countrysidemoonlit walk through crunching snowskates tied… Continue reading
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Running With Scissors
by Michael Plante I can’t pretend everything is well.I won’t tell you my problems.Instead I’ll run with scissorsthrough a field of tall grassthat hide the stones that trip people.Maybe I’ll impale myselflike mother always said I would. Continue reading
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When You See It
Michael Plante When you see a child sitting outside their house a tear in their eye and smudge dirt on their cheeks;a woman screams from within and the sound of breaking furniture; you understand that it’s not any of your… Continue reading
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Pleasant Memories
Prologue to Pleasant Memories Behind the building where I grew up was a small wooded area with a creek. Beside that wooded area was a field with a small apple orchard and walkway to a cul-de-sac. On the east side… Continue reading
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Sunsets
by Michael Plante The only faith I have leftis my wife’s love for me and the sunset of today.For both have been with me for many yearsand have never diminished. My pride is that I took the timeto hold my… Continue reading
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Stop Lying To People and Read A Book
by Michael Plante “There was no genocide. Stop lying to people and read a book. The Holocaust was a genocide. Get off Twitter and learn more about the world.” – Aaron Gunn. If you feel more comfortable calling it Cultural… Continue reading
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There’s A Chill
by Michael Plante There’s a chill that creeps up your backwhen the full moon risesand the mist hovers over the hills of Carolina.In the old tin shed a candle is litand placed in the window to ward off the ill.“Never… Continue reading
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For A Good Life We May Have To Weaken
by Michael Plante Pretty much every Canadian is touched by The Tragically Hip. To this day many still feel the loss of Gord Downie, lead singer and lyricist of the band, who passed away from brain cancer October 17 2017.… Continue reading
