The Poet's House

#prose

  • The Ship of Irony

    by Michael Plante The grand illusion was constructed by arroganceof a man wanting to become a captain;to place himself at the helm of a shipthat promised to reach the heavens.Sold to those wanting morethey each brought a plank and constructed… Continue reading

  • Butterfly Flew West

    by Michael Plante She was chasing the sunshine of her youthher fashionable colors and markings designed to hold unsuspecting eyescould draw the stoutest of men to danceand dance they did. “My curse is that I’m color-blind,” she said. Somewhere on… Continue reading