Stone Soup Croutons is a weekly poem I write using lines and impressions selected 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.
Karen Friedland featured on Wednesday. It was a unique experience. You don't think of setting much with Zoom, but due to an accident preventing my girlfriend and I from getting home, we at at The Real Deal at in Jamaica Plain before walking over to JP Licks.
A propper in-person open mic this Wednesday. Went off without a hitch. Had some new people in the mix. Took barebone notes during the round robins. Much of this poem was influenced by the warmer weather that took place for the rest of the week. I have much to do next. Hope you stay tuned. Thanks for reading.
Summer Prelude
Old cats lament
damn kids who
step on katydids.
Old maid mutters
about being a
too much time
spent griping over
worker's rights.
Father tailors suit
and show of grief
for newest suicide.
Young adult tries
revisiting childhood,
told go fish.
Smoke downwinds
as two grown men
fight over fossil fuels.
Hepcats tapdance
on claws, fandango
past assassinations.
High hot noon
about to chime in
like wrecking ball.
Household's backbone
memorizes last part
of partner's backhand,
leaves down country
road which everyone
forgets where it leads.
Special thanks to Nancy Dodson, Bil Lewis, Laurel Lambert, Jan Rowe, Chris Fitzgerald, Ed Gault, Charlotte MacKinnon and James Van Looy.
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