The Poet's House

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  • The Cold Moon

    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… 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