Stone Soup Croutons, 9-12-16, Scrapture

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 (and sometimes the rest of the poem) later. To paraphrase Lorne Michaels, the poem doesn't go up because it's good; it goes up because it's Tuesday morning. I've done fifty of them now, and you can access them all here.

Last night Stone Soup was visited by the Boston Poetry Workshop. Zachary Bos and Robert Morris did a tremendous job. So did the open mic. The words and images I captured were so random I kept telling myself even at the beginning of the night, Chad, you're going to have a hell of a time with this one. I kept on wanting to call this one "Mess," but my better instincts prevailed prevailed for the most part. All over the place? Yes, but hey, I even got to rib David Whyte, so all is good.



Scrapture

The children now in God's country
ask for only simple gifts.
Next to that light everything else
is fruitcake anyway.

Summer dresses suffice
in spite of which gender,
even shrinkable cotton.

September 12: Stone Soup Welcomes the Boston Poetry Workshop

Don't let the open mic icon fool you. There is a feature tonight, and it stars readers from the Boston Poetry Workshop, led by Zachary Bos. Zachary returns to our venue for the first time in two years, and now he 's bringing  workshop participants Sara Afshar and Robert Morris to read with him. Come by tonight and celebrate a diverse array of voices.