Stone Soup Croutons is a weekly poem I write using lines and impressions picked from Stone Soup Poetry's open mic readers and features. I figure out a title (and sometimes the rest of the poem) later. You can read the other ones I've done since 2015 here.
I also have an award nominated book out now collecting the best of my first year of poems. Click here to purchase it.
J. Barrett Wolf killed it on Wednesday. Despite people not being able to stay on or not able to use microphones, we had a pretty full house. The open mic beforehand opened with Bil Lewis talking about helping the homeless. James Van Looy chimed in with his own piece on homelessness and Mr. Wolf (I just like calling him that) had his own piece during the feature.
It was a good open mic this week. That's all I have to say. Mostly. Didn't mean to get all political with this one, but poets on the open mic got bones to pick and I've been glued to news stores trying and failing to write something before today. Can't wait for Russell DuPont's feature next week. Thanks for reading.
Weekend Warrior Barbecue
On summer's eve, winter's
remaining discontent take
too long on the mic, air
conspiracies not grievances.
Most claim the dripping red
on the mossy stone is theirs.
No cameras. Burden of proof
It's the playbook. They'll ride
on sea lions. They couldn't make
Groucho Marx movies today!
When in doubt, side with those
with buttons to bombs, hide
behind armchairs. vie for space
behind the thrown. Humbert
Humbert was with the Clintons
Humbert was with the Clintons
on that island! Doctored photos
shown, Lolita and Epstein
frolic by shore. Who's to say
which are real if all dead anyway.
They call for hellfire, have faith
in central air, think they can learn
to ride a tank, claim pre-PTSD
before someone stupid sounds charge.
Special thanks to John Sturm, Jon Wesick, Pamela Bullard, Jan Rowe, Chris Fitzgerald, Nancy Dodson, Carol Weston, Ethan Mackler and James Van Looy.
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