• The Infinite Maze

    by Michael Plante We are rats in an infinite mazeseeking our cheese to satisfy our hungerbelieving the next corner will bring us closer to our goal.Sniffing the air for directionrubbing our eyes to remove the crud that has formed in the cornerswe contemplate our next move. There will always be four optionsleft, right, forward, or…

  • The Cold Moon

    by Michael Plante A square stone made of onyx sits on a shelf in my mind. It holds the cold moon of December. The shelf is in a closet which is in a room, a closed door keeps the closet secured, as another keeps the room closed. There is a long corridor with many doors,…

  • How To Build A Kingdom Upon A Hill

    by Michael Plante Feed me the love I need and I shall grow beyond all expectations.Show me a home worthy of respectand I shall build a kingdom of my own.Teach me how to obtain my dreamsso I can live in freedom. Our country is Canada. It is a land where opportunity and freedoms are available…

  • The Demoralizing World of Social Media

    by Michael Plante After 13 years I closed my social media account on Facebook and Twitter (now X), permanently. The decision to do so came with much deliberation. Thirteen years of page development and postings, pictures and communications was weighed against the onslaught of negativity that had developed on social media. It is a digital…

  • Muddy Water

    by Michael Plante So grey I cannot see anything…fog all around me; stings my eyes.Droplets form, then run down my cheeksfalling from my chin to the ground below.There is a chill in my heart.I ask my Creator, “Am I alive or dead”?There is no response. I hold a staff in my right handmade of black…