Showing posts with label Julia Carlson. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Julia Carlson. Show all posts

Friday, June 01, 2018

Stone Soup Croutons, 5-31-18, Scandalous



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. You can read the other ones I've done since 2015 here. To paraphrase Lorne Michaels, this poem doesn't go up because it's ready, it goes up because it's Friday morning.

Last night was the long-awaited double feature of Julia Carlson and Lee Varon. There were many depictions of criminal behavior on the open mic, old and new, from Al Capone to Donald Trump. It definitely helped spin this poem into something unexpected. Thanks, everyone. Hope to see all of you and more at St. Paul's next week.


Scandalous

The path of rights and wrongs
are paved with claims of credit
from everyone else, blame for you.

To walk it takes love
greater than your health.
When you're no longer young,

Monday, November 20, 2017

“Prayer For The Misbegotten” by Julia Carlson


Winter’s coming, and you’re ready because you don’t have a choice. There is no quaint New England in these poems. No pretty fall colors, no kids laughing on a summer beach. They bespeak the dead of winter. You’ll hear the cracking of ice, slush on the harbor, arctic channels. The prayed-for misbegotten are all of us, including the animals (sparrows, a turtle, a cow, guinea pigs, various species of birds). Verse that is bracing, inclement, severe and 100% natural. It is the man-made disasters for which she reserves judgement: the plight of the homeless man in a Boston winter, a train platform in France from which 50,000 Jews had been shipped camp-ward, abuse of animals, coal mine explosions… “Acts of God I can forgive, but not the acts of men.” 

--Dawn Oberg, Songwriter


Tuesday, August 08, 2017

Stone Soup Croutons, 8-7-17, Take Off



Stone Soup Croutons is a weekly poem I write using lines and impressions butchered 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. You can read the other ones I've done since 2015 here. To paraphrase Lorne Michaels, this poem doesn't go up because it's ready, it goes on because it's Tuesday morning.

Another Monday, another all-open mic. We had a lot of good voices tonight. Special thanks to Julia Carlson reading the work of recently departed poet Denis Johnson and Andrew J. Padilla, who read a poem by Ross Gay on the death of Eric Garner. My poem won't do the night justice, but that's why you should come and see for yourself.


Take Off

Swear yourself to sleep,
counting expletives until

Tuesday, May 16, 2017

Stone Soup Croutons, 5-15-17, Fine Whine



Stone Soup Croutons is a weekly poem I write using lines and impressions butchered 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. You can read the other ones I've done since 2015 here. I'm slowly approaching the end of year two!

Last night was supposed to be an open mic and workshop, but I sent the info out too late. There was a a short open mic instead. Julia Carlson was celebrating her birthday yesterday. I recently celebrated one as well, so that effected the overall poem, which is below. Kudos to Julia for the jump-start.


Fine Whine

You are as old and full of worth
s a comic back issue
from the last century
missing a front cover.

Monday, May 15, 2017

Happy Birthday, Julia Carlson






Still going strong, reading at Stone Soup and having a book in the works. Keep on keeping on, Julia!

Friday, October 02, 2015

Wilderness House Literary Review

Volume 10, Issue 3 of Wilderness House Literary Review is out. You can read my poem "Slide" as well as many other pieces of poetry and prose from Julia Carlson, Dennis Daly,  Shannon O'Connor and many others by clicking here.