Happy Birthday, Rusty Rose

 

 

Stone Soup Croutons, 2-19-25: We Are All No One

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.

Wednesday's all-open mic was fun. I'm enjoying the Stone Soup Players segments. 

 

Took me a while to get me the title out of it. It helped with Rusty Rose making a reference to the song "Tea for Two," which Art Spiegelman once talked about in an interview. I'll share his words with Rita. Probably not here.

 

My Friday is all out of sorts. Got more work to get back to.

Thanks for reading.

 

We Are All No One

 

They've rewritten the script

as another victim offscreen,

death scene on cutting room

Happy Birthday, Rusty Rose

 

Stone Soup Croutons, 12-28-22: Holiday Resignation

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.

 

Wednesday was Stone Soup's last open mic of 2022. It was short and sweet, the exact opposite of this year. I can't thank this year's participants enough. I thank this week's group for humoring my echoey voice on the Zoom call. 

So why did I mark the year's end with a Santa poem? Blame or thank Rusty Rose for the opening poem that got me going. I'm sure I'll have more year-end poems to come after today. 

Maybe on January 2, I'll have more clarity than I do now to write about this year with something other than blind loathing. Until then, thanks for reading. Stay safe this weekend and have a better year than this one moving forward.

Holiday Resignation

Santa Claus replied to your

to your letters. He's done

with all of you.

Thanks to angels, snow

covers his escape.

Happy Birthday, Rusty Rose