Happy Birthday, Richard Spisak

 

This Just Came Out

 Here's a new song and video from Annette Tarpley, creator of the Facebook page The Passion of Poetry (POP).

Happy Birthday, Randy Barish

 

 

Stone Soup Croutons, 4-19-23: New Path

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.

 

Karen Friedland featured on Wednesday. It was a unique experience. You don't think of setting much with Zoom, but due to an accident preventing my girlfriend and I from getting home, we at at The Real Deal at in Jamaica Plain before walking over to JP Licks.

Online open mic happened this past Wednesday. Even had a homecoming or two. It was fun, and thanks to Annette Tarpley, I was even able to put in a reference to Jack Powers, which seems appropriate given that Stone Soup's anniversary is less than ten days away.

Though the poem feels apocalyptic, I was able to have fun with a lot of lines. That's what happens when the open mic is on point.

Thanks for reading.

 

New Path

Paint lone road red behind 

you to dissuade followers.

 

Pass by Jack's memorial, last

shotgun shack in Haymarket.

Stone Soup Croutons, 9-7-22: How to Inform Roommates of Impending End

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 a book collecting the best of my first year of poems. Click here to purchase it.

This week's been better than most. I'm slowly finding my mojo again. I was able to write nearly the notes for this week's poem on Wednesday night, only going back to listen to the last part of the video this morning.

Chuckled to myself writing this. Been a while since I even amused myself. Thanks for reading.

How to Inform Roommates 

of Impending End

Self-anointed matriarch 

lives to mandate mutually 

assured destruction. 

Now ISO Dancing Bear, 

mandatory chore wheel

to mind its wilderness.