Stone Soup Croutons is a weekly poem I write using lines
and impressions picked up from poems overheard from Stone Soup's open mic
readers and features. I figure out a title later. I do my best to get this out by the morning after Tuesday. That didn't happen this week. Its the end of June, and I'm exhausted for too many reasons. I wanted this out by yesterday, but today is just as fine. I suspect the schedule will go back to normal next week as we get closer to the one year anniversary I started this series.
Comedian Reece Cotton was the awesome feature on Monday. As I predicted, writing my poem this week was a challenge. It was going one way during a great open mic, then Reece, like all good comedians, swerved it another way. It took me a while to catch up. Props also to Rich Herb, who did a good chunk of work from The Last Poets and helped with the ending.
The Last Would-Be Poet
Every new writer's precious poem is as follows:
Act One - Writer sits on bench.
