The Poet's House

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  • The Republic of Alice

    by Michael Plante I’ve surfed the rabbit hole of illusiona dark twisting vortex of imaginationand landed with a thud that shook the worldas the queen of hearts cried in the night. I ate rabbit stew because he was too opinionated… Continue reading

  • Cannibal Spirits

    by Michael Plante I sit with God in the outbacka deserted place void of human contactmy faith in people lay like sun-bleached bonesscattered around the barren placed in a symbolistic manner.If life came with a warning symbolit would have been… Continue reading

  • The Rabbit Hole

    by Michael Plante I paid Attention a visit,she was sitting on a hillside under a treesurrounded by daisies and tall grasswearing a white gown and sunhat. She was smoking a pipe and blowing smoke rings into the airwhich she pushed… Continue reading