Labyrinth Sighting

I saw this two weeks ago during the Women's March. It looks like the handiwork of James Van Looy. Maybe this is how he crafts his Labyrinth poems, which are a staple of his It's All One Thing column. 

I'll have to ask him whenever I get get back to Stone Soup.

We All Had Our Part

"What I Did During the Women’s March" is the latest poem column form James Van Looy. Read it now in Oddball Magazine.

Stone Soup Croutons, 1-23-17, Over

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. You can read the other ones I've done over the last year or so here.

Another open mic night, another poem about Trump. Maybe it's because there was a Million Women's March in Washington. Maybe it was the endless "p---y" references from more than one poet. At any rate, here we are. This actually feels even more like a regular poem if only for the amount of times I went back and edited, more than usual because I got up very early this morning. Thanks for reading.


Over

The million dissenters are discarded
by the man who uses terms
like president, prime minister, and monarch
interchangeably for himself and others.

What Did Trump Think About The Million Women March?

You can either view his Twitter feed, or you can read more insightful theories from Janet Cormier.

It's a very special Bamboozled No More! today over at Oddball Magazine.

City Haiku: Women's March Edition

The smell of wet earth
under gathered feet ready
to begin the work.

I've Made a Gif!

My first. And it's taken from my footage from Saturday's march. It sums up most people's feelings on Trump nicely.tr

It can't be viewed on the blog, but you can visit the page the image is on this Imgur page.

Tired of Being Tired

I only got two hours of sleep Thursday night (Friday morning, really). I've been recovering from that slowly but surely. At 4 in the morning today, I just gave up and needed to get up and move. Now I'm under deadline for having gone to bed early on a Sunday. I mean, who does that, right?

Hope to have more work done as the day progresses. Check out Oddball Magazine, or keep coming back here for the updates.

Highlight from Yesterday's March

As we were walking past Arlington Street Church, its bell was ringing to the tune of "America the Beautiful " and "God Bless America.," prompting many of us to sing. 

Yesterday's March

At over one-hundred thousand people, it took nearly three hours for the people I was with to get onto the street. A police officer was trying to tell people to turn back (a slightly dickish move, given that we were right there and marched less than twenty minutes after that, but I could understand his frustration). The wait was as grueling as the moment to walk was gratifying and cathartic, purging months of frustration, if only for a few moments.

City Haiku: Women's March Edition

Today's protesters
wait by video watching
own parade go by.

Marched

Resting in a cafe for the moment with Chris Robbins, who just ran into me.

More updates coming.

What I'm Doing Today

I'm marching in this for my girlfriend and her daughter. Both are doing their part in DC today. They are more badass than I could ever be, but it's time to step up and try.