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.
Halloween is over, but the dead and living still haunt us. We had a nice open mic on Wednesday. We have a live show next Wednesday. I'll be announcing that later today, I hope.
The year-end is getting harder and harder as time passes. I'm usually too busy being goofy on camera to show it. Some days I don't want to face it, even if by doing so I help secure what will hopefully be a better year ahead.
So yeah, this poem is about year-end dread. Can't be helped. Thanks for reading.
Holiday Dinner Talk to Come
Here, no one's considered homeless
if they were ever in a phone book.
Great someone's old racism salvaged
from marsh. No one wrote obituary,
