The Poet's House

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  • The Will

    by Michael Plante I will not step on flowersor beg the sun to come out on a cloudy day.I shall walk the path through the forestwhere no one has traveled before.If I shall be blinded by the darknessmy path will… Continue reading

  • That Racist Bastard

    by Michael Plante I dragged that racist bastard up the mountain side;expelled a lot of energycalluses on my feetcalluses on my handsachy shouldersand a hunger in my belly. It fought all the way;skin ripped off its heelsknees scrapedhands bruisedachy shouldersand… Continue reading