Stone Soup Servings is a regular series for Oddball Magazine that features upcoming performers at Stone Soup Poetry, the long-running spoken word venue in the Boston area that has partnered with Oddball Magazine. Stone Soup Poetry now meets from 7-9 p.m. every Monday at the Out of The Blue Art Gallery’s new location at 541 Massachusetts Avenue in Central Square Cambridge, Massachusetts. The open mike sign-up at 6:30 p.m.

Hannah Brown returns to us this Monday. She was brave enough to read during the time boston suffered the worst blizzard in decades. Read the poem below and be in the audience during this pleasant fall on October 19.



Dirty windows are hard to see through
But clean-scrubbed windows masquerade as sky
While they crush sparrows’ wings
with cold 90 degree palms
raised without feeling
Liberal privilege swears there is open air
in places where deaths remain
cloaked in vagueness
Liberal privilege cloaks itself in vagueness of academic language
and blanket statements without names
Touches a glass surface
instead of a hand
or a feather
or a wing
So I’ve been pressing two palms to my windows
Smearing grime on the glass
of the white house that shields me
Trying to learn the pattern in the thumps I’ve not been hearing
Trying to learn the stories
of the bodies too still on my porch
Trying to learn the kind of pressure it would take
To crack the barriers
I’ve been ignoring