The Poet's House

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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

  • 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

  • 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… Continue reading

  • 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… Continue reading

  • 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… Continue reading