The Poet's House

#USA

  • My Minneapolis

    The tide of hypocrisy rolls in and I become the shore.The lighthouse under the stars beckons a warning, “danger awaits”yet the tide continues;so firmly I must stand. The lighthouse keeper sounds the horn to those passing in the fog“beware…beware…be safe… Continue reading

  • I Know Love

    by Michael Plante I have seen the tide of regret slowly recede at the light of dawnwhat remained was a washed-up human being.This is a place between dejection and optimismone part of me wants to let go of lifesuccumb to… Continue reading