School's In

Welcome back poet Michael Igoe and artist Judson Evans to kick off the first Wednesday of September at Oddball Magazine.

Stone Soup Croutons, 8-9-18, When First is Just First

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.

Stone Soup is growing back again. New people every month. Happy about that. Today's poem came easier, with Michael Igoe joking about being the reluctant "first" on the open mic (the first three spots are generally shunned on open mics). I just went from there. Thanks for reading. 


When First is Just First

Lips pursed, poised
to whistle arrival
when no one waits.

No song ever survived
to be heard on the tracks
you walk over.

Stone Soup Croutons, 2-29-18, The Gasp of Old News

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 up because it's Friday morning afternoon evening  Saturday morning afternoon DAMMIT!

On Thursday, the Stone Soup Stagecoach made a stop at Harvard University thanks to Melissa Castillo-Garsow, Robinson Hall was a little off the beaten bath, but we were joined by Michael Igo and at least had a round robin between the three of us, including Melissa reading from There Are More Beautiful Things Than Beyonce by Morgan Parker, which made me think of "The Breathing, The Endless News" by Rita Dove. Mix, shake, make stuff up (i.e. I know nothing about chameleons and didn't look them up), and you have the poem for yesterday today DAMMIT!

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The Gasp of Old News

Poets and chameleon's need air
and space to change and learn.