The Poet's House

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  • My Binders

    by Michael Plante It serves me nothing to hate youfor what you’ve done in the past.I may not like your actions or your wordsyet it is not my position to carry your conscience. My stride is this;accept who you areand… Continue reading

  • The Dreamer’s Paradise

    by Michael Plante I met my wife when I looked into hereyesI saw fear, speculation, and wonderment.It was on a cold winter’s nightsnow was gently fallingthe world was waiting for our union-shipshe was waiting for love. In the darkness of… Continue reading

  • The Howling Wake

    by Michael Plante I woke the howling wake to see where it would take medown upon the river’s edge where the moon rose on a night such as this.I spoke to the voices of the past that sat there silentwaiting… Continue reading