I thought we would have had last night's Stone Soup in the smaller chapel upstairs in St. Paul's. Turns out we had a good number of people present. Might have almost been too many people for the smaller space. That's exciting to see happen. I hope we continue to build that momentum.
I would love to say that the downer of a poem was inspired by the death of journalist Jamal Khashoggi, or the Honduran caravan scare coming from Trump, as I have been thinking of both those things quite a bit. Truth be told, I was too tired to even think of anything beyond taking notes and hosting a great night of poetry. You can attribute signs of that more to the editing process as I'm reading today's news in disgust. Thanks for reading.
Take the Journey
Carry you and your loved ones
on your oar turned makeshift crutch,
their eyes a burnt ember
you've seen on dead dolls.
No one will hinder you more
or pilfer your goodwill blankets
already filled with pestilence
to take all the way to Narragansett
from ambassadors who know how
to slip poison in a morning prayer,
genocide dreams in unread Pound,
songs by Elliot's kooky quartet cabaret.
These hollow men shake hands gingerly,
promises breaking on baby palms.
The way has become well paved
with fence competing with maple
for the scenery. Travel so far
they identify your paddle
as a club. You'll be shot down
by people protecting their boats
who write off Neptune's trident
as a simple salad fork.
One poet put their name twice, another put fortune cookie-type lines. Good times.. |
Special thanks to Felicity, Angelo D'Amato, Jr., Michael Igoe, Michael McInnis, Lo Galluccio, Chris Fitzgerald, Deb Priestly, Martha Boss, Mignon Ariel King, Bil Lewis, Nancy Messom, and James Van Looy.
1 comment:
It was a really good reading. Good size crowd. I like your poem; special props for the Hollow Men ref.
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