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.
I also have a book collecting the best of my first year of poems. Click here to purchase it.
Thank you, Garage Poets, for putting on such a great set and providing us with video footage. Our video was lacking because I'm still figuring things out. At least I preserved the open mic. Between the footage from both, we have the poem for this week.
I appreciate the subversive verses of the feature coupled with the moments of beauty and sass on the open mic. Always makes for an interesting mixture to mold. Thanks for reading.
New World Brochure
Die homeless or
stuck in nursing home.
Possibilities endless.
Field mouse swooped
away or snake dining
Seasonal glow worm
equally sight to behold
and stomping target.
No one's a victim.
There are only hordes
of co-conspirators.
Not everybody wants
to become a martyr,
but you have the look.
Your family have hopes,
said you don't move like
someone pushing fifty.
That balding head looks
like it begs for a brick
to insert an indent.
They yearn to stone you,
long given up on knowing
where to place your wall.
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Special thanks to Bil Lewis, Jan Rowe, Nancy Dodson, Ed Gault, Chris Fitzgerald, Carol Weston, James Van Looy and Garage Poets Anna Geoffroy, Ethan Mackler and Jeff Taylor.
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