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.
My work week started last Wednesday with our live show with Carla Schwartz. It ended this past Wednesday with our online open mic. It's amazing that I can even type anything at all.
Didn't want to go with "misanthrope" this week. Went more Halloweeny because of Bil Lewis' bit, which you can watch here. Thanks for reading.
Monster Manual
Don't bring slippers to any séance.
Those skeletons in cellars might
be offended. Lace ritual circles with
to find their own ghosts. Rain reacts
to your ambitions for inhumanity,
sluices away symbols drawn in dirt.
Bringing bottled water to summoning
is like sipping soup during communion.
History is a neighbor who won't stop
rapping on your front door to ask
for a piece of yourself to spice up dinner.
Neighborhood's full of gravedancers
at a loss for bodies since leaving lands
that were victims of our foreign policy,
autocrats passing as magicians.
They spread stories of their conquests,
ashes left in wind, dead hearts unable
to tell their side of the story. The winners
want to buy farm land to plant away
all that guilt, bodies and headstones
unnamed, one last pat on butt before
burial. They say let the free horses
dive straight into rocky waters.
Martyrs make good wall hangings.
Every tombstone a new dance party.
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| Full house! |
Special thanks to Rusty Rose, Bil Lewis, Jan Rowe, Nancy Dodson, Robert Flemming, Chris Fitzgerald, Julianne Powers, Carol Weston, Jon Wesick, Ed Gault, Ethan Mackler, Julie Marie Hoey, C.C. Arshagra and James Van Looy.
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