Stone Soup Croutons is a weekly poem I write using lines and impressions picked 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 since 2015 here. To paraphrase Lorne Michaels, this poem doesn't go up because it's ready, it goes up because it's Friday morning.
It's always great when Skoot Mosby comes to Stone Soup. This time, he had a full feature and was introduced by Black Byrd, whose video of the event was extremely helpful for recapping his rapid fire reading. From Wednesday's close-knit group, a lot of life experiences were shared that night. I could only relate to most of them as an old guy who came from the suburbs over two decades ago. I appreciated hearing all of it and did the best I could with this week's poem. Of all the thoughts during what was a loaded week, these are the ones that got put on the page. Thanks for reading.
Duck and Grow
Slow down. Might help.
Bring pulse down
to jazzy toe tap.
Child asks mother
What does it take?
Mother will
get back to child
when she knows.
Still young, ring
of fire has while
before close.
First interview goes
bad James Lipton, asks
What's favorite N-word?
Give any reaction,
they have control,
though papers say
free now.
All that before
even falling in love.
Just don't tell them
favorite color.
They'll buy it out
from under skin.
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| Black Byrd reading on a Wednesday night. |
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| Skoot doesn't need a number. |
Special thanks to Ethan Mackler, Black Byrd, James Van Looy and special feature Joseph Skoot Mosby.
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