Stone Soup Croutons is a weekly poem I write using lines and impressions selected 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 a book collecting the best of my first year of poems. Click here to purchase it.
Another all-open mic this past Wednesday. Fun antidote to a rainy day. Listen if you like. I have a lot of work to do.
Thanks for reading.
The New Empathy
Neighbors in window
doxxed your lost ones.
Even the dead won't
Drones above mimic
constant falling bomb.
Christmas Past's ghost
has come to collect.
Doctors take notes
of women in pink hats.
of women in pink hats.
Those with body counts
make first call for peace.
To them, art is an old
banana peel on street
while they wait for you
to sidestep some ice.
Life's a side affect.
They like hiding those.
They're putting lights up
on the leopards' mouths.
Sit in emergency room.
The attendee says yes,
everyone's had a loss.
But now we must march
in this new angry parade
before new year hangings.
Special thanks to Ricard Spisak,Nike Truth, Bryan Franco, Jan Rowe, Bil Lewis, Robert Fleming, Edward S. Gault, Timothy Gager, and James Van Looy.
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