• Cannibal Spirits

    by Michael Plante I sit with God in the outbacka deserted place void of human contactmy faith in people lay like sun-bleached bonesscattered around the barren placed in a symbolistic manner.If life came with a warning symbolit would have been a skull over cross bones. God is an optimist,dancing around the fire at Burning Manwaiting…

  • The Rabbit Hole

    by Michael Plante I paid Attention a visit,she was sitting on a hillside under a treesurrounded by daisies and tall grasswearing a white gown and sunhat. She was smoking a pipe and blowing smoke rings into the airwhich she pushed around the sky with her fingertipsalluding to those that watchedthat she was creating clouds across…