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.
Melissa Castillo-Garsow kicked off our anniversary month. I was so sick last week, I couldn't even pick up a pen last Friday. You can see me fading in the video, most likely. Thankfully, I lasted the whole feature.
Thought of May Day, the current political climate. The bravery of people like Melissa speaking out in any capacity. The people talking about the "hate" towards Trump when reacting to any number of his absurd actions. This poem came out of it.
Thanks for reading.
On Weekends, We Rehearse Emergency Migration
who died. You're
this weekend's
Jesus. It will go
as well as the
I'm sure of it.
Funeral tulips
are planned,
your eulogy
given by last
Saturday's crush,
your downfall.
Our prophets
waned about
waned about
temptation, but
they look far too
unconventional
to take seriously.
Keep up traditions
because they hurt,
continue until
they don't, start
new tradition.
Aim low, sweet
Iscariot. Deliver
us from progress.
Make mirth while
folding bodies
into carry-ons
for final trip
into nonexistence.
you tongue placed
back in mother's
mouth, whether
she's alive or not.
Meanwhile, those
around you pretend
they'll find comfort
in another place.
Surprise, refugee,
you carry your
enemies with you.
Special thanks to Nike Truth, Jan Rowe, Bil Lewis, Robert Fleming, Rita Rusy Rose, Jen Campbell, Jon Wesick, Richard Spisak, Mary Ann Honaker, E.S., Ethan Mackler, James Van Looy and special feature Melissa Castillo-Garsow.
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