Showing posts with label Poetry Venues. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Poetry Venues. Show all posts

Wednesday, September 16, 2026

September 16: The All-Open Mic Continues

Being in a relationship with a teacher means I view September as the official start of the "new year." Please accept my apologies for the slow start. Come to our second all-open mic in a row tonight, and I promise to announce our first feature for September soon.

Join us on Wednesday, September 16, from 7:00 to 9:00 PM ET by clicking this link.

The meeting ID is 837 0804 4470

Password: stonesoup 

 

Monday, September 14, 2026

Tonight: The Contro-Verse Open Mic at Urban Media Arts in Malden with Keaton Howl

From 7:00 to 8:00 PM. Doors open at 6:30 PM. At Urban Media Arts on 145 Pleasant Street in Malden, MA. Hosted by Anna Geoffroy and Ethan Mackler. Click here for more information.


Thursday, September 10, 2026

Wednesday, September 09, 2026

NOW I Can Head Home

Stone Soup returns tonight.

Hope I can make it to my office in time.

 

September 9: Stone Soup Poetry Returns

Stone Soup returns with an all-open mic. Am I ready for the grind again? No. Am I doing it anyway? Yes. Am I hoping you join me? God, yes.

Join us on Wednesday, September 9, from 7:00 to 9:00 PM ET by clicking this link.

The meeting ID is 825 1058 4516

Password: stonesoup 

 

Monday, August 10, 2026

Tonight: The Contro-Verse Open Mic at Urban Media Arts in Malden with Prince Shapiro

From 7:00 to 8:00 PM. Doors open at 6:30 PM. At Urban Media Arts on 145 Pleasant Street in Malden, MA. Hosted by Anna Geoffroy and Ethan Mackler. Click here for more information.


Friday, July 31, 2026

Stone Soup Croutons, 7-29-26: Answer Calmly


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.
 
 
Recent witch hunt news colored this poem a bit. 

Thanks for reading. 
 
 
Answer Calmly
 
From hero to scapegoat, you job's
a future court date. They ask you 
where you were in America when
crimes in other countries were being
committed. What scent do you recall

Thursday, July 30, 2026

Diana Saenz Features at Stone Soup Poetry, 7-29-26

From this week's online gathering. A great time had by all as Diana reminded us why she featured live at Stone Soup so many times. 

 

 


Goodbye, July

Thanks to Diana Saenz for a wonderful feature to close out July. We will be taking the first week of August off but hope to announce the first feature of August soon.

 

Saturday, July 25, 2026

July 29: Dianne Saenz Returns to Boston

Diana Saenz featured multiple times in the early tens of this century when she was still in Boston. She has since moved back to her home state of California but shows no signs of slowing down. 

As part of my determination to document more poets from Stone Soup's past, it gives me great pleasure to have Diana close out the month of July this coming Wednesday. 

Join us on Wednesday, July 29, from 7:00 to 9:00 PM ET by clicking this link.

The meeting ID is 870 1187 2142

Password: stonesoup


Stone Soup Croutons, 7-22-26: Wisdom from a Troll Taking Tolls


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.
 
Features like his are why I continue to host Stone Soup online. 
 
You can watch the video here, and I encourage you to do so. 
 
I had to do a Stone Soup Croutons poem for this night. I hope I can continue the pace.  
 
In the title is a nod ot Marc's longtime email address. 
 
Thanks for reading. 
 
 
Wisdom from a Troll Taking Tolls
 
Angels smack
our leaders
with guilt. 
 
It's all they
can feel for
the left behind.