Happy Birthday, Dexter Garcia

 

 

Happy Birthday, Dexter Garcia

 

 

Happy Birthday, Dexter Garcia

 

 

Happy Birthday, Dexter Garcia

 

Dexter Garcia Features at Stone Soup Poetry, 3-2-22

From the weekly online gathering. Please support Dexter by sending her some money either via Cash App ($dexterthepoet), Venmo: (@dexterthepoet) or PayPal. Or you can click here to purchase her latest collection, Love Poems to My Not Lover.

 

We March to Our Own Wave (or Wave to Our Own March?)

Thanks to Dexter Garcia for last night's a wonderful feature. Please support Dexter by sending her some money either via Cash App ($dexterthepoet), Venmo: (@dexterthepoet) or PayPal. Or you can click here to purchase her latest collection, Love Poems to My Not Lover.

 

I'll Probably Be Home Late

But if I'm lucky, I get home in time to start Stone Soup. Dexter Garcia is tonight's feature. Please join us.

The Night Time is the Right Time

Stone Soup Poetry and Dexter Garcia in less than nine hours.

 

 

See You This Wednesday?

Dexter Garcia is coming to Stone Soup Poetry.

 

 

SAFE DISTANCE EDITION - Stone Soup Croutons, 2-23-22: Survival Guide

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.

Part open mic, part musical on Wednesday. It was fun. I was actually able to keep up with the readers and write this week's poem before the night ended. I didn't have to go back and review the video the way I've had to since the Zoom sessions started. Any time in the video when my head is down after a poet reads, it's because I'm finishing up my lines. I enjoy going back through the poets (skipping my speaking parts), but it's time consuming when I'm trying to post a poem every Friday morning. It's nice to know I can write faster when I put my mind to it. 

That's right. I wrote this week's poem as an endurance test. Enjoy it while we count down to Dexter Garcia's feature next Wednesday. Thanks for reading.

Survival Guide

Apathy's a deadly element,

doesn't bother with symbols.

Don't mix it in your water.

With complacency cones

desire to read anything 

in hope that it's poison.

Next Week

Dexter Garcia returns to Stone Soup on March 2.

 

 

March 2: Stone Soup Welcomes Back, Dexter Garcia

 

 

Since her first feature over five years ago, Dexter Garcia has kept busy with writing, creating and activism. With a new book out, this is the perfect time for her to come back. Be a part of her virtual reading at Stone Soup on March 2 and support her by buying any of her products online.

Join us on March 2,  from 7:00 to 9:00 PM ET by clicking this link.

The meeting ID is 843 8173 0194

Password: stonesoup

Happy Birthday, Dexter Garcia

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Save Dexter

Past Stone Soup feature and slam poet Dexter Garcia could use a bit of help. Consider donating either by Cash App or PayPal

If everyone in the Stone Soup donates a few dollars, we can do a very good thing.

 

Happy Birthday Dexter Garcia

 

Help Support Dexter Garcia's New Collection

"I'm so excited to be working on and almost completing my second book. I really wanted to make this one special for all the people who supported me so I have plans to add artwork and make the cover magical. Now here's the catch. I have a few artist I'd like to hire but I need to pay them for their labor. I also need to order copies of the book. That's why I'm here. Any help at all is appreciated!"

Click here to donate to Dexter's forthcoming book, P.S. I Too Am Magic.  

Congratulations

Congrats to D. Ruff and Dexter Garcia for the arrival of their son Kai Alexander.

*Sigh* Poets grow up so fast these days.

SOUP Slammers Triumphant

Congratulations to Ashley Davis, who placed first in tonight's SOUP Slam at the Dudley Cafe. Congratulations also to Dexter Garcia for finishing second and Andre Sparrow for finishing third.

People I Want to See Tonight at Stone Soup

Gordon Marshall

We last saw Gordon last month when he presented the Jack Powers Stone Soup Savor Poetry Prize. He said he wanted to start coming back to Stone Soup. I hope he makes good on it soon.

Dexter Garcia

I haven't heard her read since her book release this past summer. Hopefully, she'll stop by again before the  snow blocks off any north shore invaders. 

Stone Soup Croutons, 7-11-16, All Last Straws

Stone Soup Croutons is a weekly poem I write using lines and impressions picked up from poems overheard from Stone Soup's open mic readers and features. I figure out a title (and sometimes the rest of the poem) later. To paraphrase Lorne Michaels, the poem doesn't go up because it's good; it goes up because it's Tuesday Wednesday. Clearly I need to rethink the deadline of this series. I may post on Wednesdays or later due to snags in my routine as of late.

Dexter Garcia read to a packed audience Monday night. It was anyone and everyone on the mic. One of those night's I'm too busy and occupied to keep names straight, let alone jot down everything that is said. I hope I captured something from the night, which was the first Stone Soup gathering following a series of tragic killings. The vibe of social justice was prevalent, even if it wasn't the direct theme of everyone's poems.

Usually, I have difficulty capturing and using lines from these highly emotional and personal works focusing on race. The closest I've come so far was a poem written partly in reaction to an audience member challenging DiDi Delgado in the middle of her reading on the open mic. Hopefully I did something better here. At least I'm resolved to document this theme better.

I ended up basing the "You" in the poem on a particularly creepy Uber driver Dexter described in one of her poems. Credit also goes to DiDi who remembered and quoted a line from Angelica Maria Aguilera on her Facebook wall, otherwise I might not have remembered it. I thank everyone on the open mic and list you below whether or not I remembered and/or used your words.


All Last Straws 

After your final staged outburst
your bitch baby thinks you can stand
and hump the empty air forever.

You tell her all deaths matter
just to try and sound clever on Facebook.

She is loud, loud, louder than any statistics
lifted from Donald Trump's Twitter.