The Poet's House

#november

  • The Last Post

    The Last Post Where do we go from here?Now that those left have turned to rust and memory has falter.They weren’t wrong in their endeavors, nor short of will.They drew their intentions in the soil at Vimy Ridgewith blood of… Continue reading

  • The Silent Stranger

    by Michael Plante Late fall brings a freezing rainand an appreciation of what was.Our fortitude was thrusted upon us.We could give in, yet that is really not an option.So we bundled up and headed out into the November rain. Our… Continue reading

  • My Riel, My Riel

    by Michael Plante “My people will sleep for one hundred years,but when they awake,it will be the artists who give them their spirit back.”Louis Riel The turtle scratched his way back homealong the littered terrainhis belly crimson red, his face… Continue reading