fiction
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by Michael Plante I saw a woman who believed she was rejected by society.In her attempts to fit in she discarded her principles;cast them aside to engage in an illusionand spent the summer chasing something that didn’t exist. The butterfly floated down from the heavens ever so gently.Seeking nourishment for its body and soul.Landing upon…
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by Michael Plante Fire is a companion that will never let you down. It says, I will always love you; I will never let you go, but if you ignore me, I will burn your house down. Fire needs to be nurtured and as it grows requires more attention; just as a young child requires…
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Michael Plante When you see a child sitting outside their house a tear in their eye and smudge dirt on their cheeks;a woman screams from within and the sound of breaking furniture; you understand that it’s not any of your business. So you move on.Your steps become quiet and you search for something to occupy…
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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 mind about this housemove on to where you need to be” And the spirits call…
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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,…
