#dreams

  • by Michael Plante I was impressionable;a young mind with a strong spiritdetermined and bull-headed.I was third born in a tribe of threesmall by statute, fragile,yet never one to back down from a fight. The hardest luck is bad luckyet it teaches the trait of endurance.A coin placed into the bank of life that retains its…

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  • 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 for my arrival so they could exist.Things of the night we don’t speak of transpireas…

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