The Poet's House

writing

  • Paper Airplanes

    by Michael Plante Fire is a companion that will never let you down. It says, I will always love you; I will never let you go, but if you ignore me, I will burn your house down. Fire needs to… Continue reading

  • When You See It

    Michael Plante When you see a child sitting outside their house a tear in their eye and smudge dirt on their cheeks;a woman screams from within and the sound of breaking furniture; you understand that it’s not any of your… Continue reading

  • Pleasant Memories

    Prologue to Pleasant Memories Behind the building where I grew up was a small wooded area with a creek. Beside that wooded area was a field with a small apple orchard and walkway to a cul-de-sac. On the east side… Continue reading

  • There’s A Chill

    by Michael Plante There’s a chill that creeps up your backwhen the full moon risesand the mist hovers over the hills of Carolina.In the old tin shed a candle is litand placed in the window to ward off the ill.“Never… Continue reading

  • 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