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.
The show went on. Stone Soup had an open mic despite my illness thanks to Jon Wesick hosting and organizing. My first day of COVID was rough. I couldn't even participate. Luckily, I was able to listen to the recording.
My head is still pretty stuffed and clouded. Won't be writing any manifestos this Christmas holiday. This is my first, well, first person poem in a while.
A rare moment of intimacy or a near failure to draw from the open mic? You can decide as I go back to sleep.
Thanks for reading, and Happy Holidays.
Hacking Holidays
At least I have a home
Every single hat I wear
on daily basis merged
in one mucused mass.
First two days as an
olive pit bereft of
a hole to hide inside.
olive pit bereft of
a hole to hide inside.
Third day, I take form
of cliche, rise again,
assume some status quo.
I gamble, put up my
fingers, throw out words,
hope they land on paper.
Special thanks to Bil Leiws, Nancy Dodson, Jackie Chou, Ethan Mackler, Jan Roe, James Van Looy and special guest host and organizer Jon Wesick.
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