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 8-10 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 7:30 p.m.

On April 20, we welcome poet, songwriter and vocalist Liza Zayas to our venue. Visit our event page for links to her music and storytelling, read the piece below from The Other Sides, and be in the audience this coming Monday.


Room 280 :: Love of a Tribe

We know the Real World
Where we belong
We know we shouldn’t be here
It makes the Real World seem
But it’s the Real World
And that’s where we belong.

Not through our world’s escape hatch
Landing in limited infinite time
How dare we be that happy
That relaxed
That exhilarated
That calm
How dare we find each other
And love it.

Only in doses

We can’t run around on zero sleep
Control the day on ecstasy
Smile so widely the Real World can see
Our inner cores brightly shining

The Real World is madness

The Real World is good for training

You into believing there’s nothing good
Except its stress

How dare we escape through our safe sex?

How dare we recharge with sweet rendezvous?!

Rose scented moods
Ahhing with oooos and cradling swoons
Lighting up rooms with laughter and ease
Bringing a please with a whisper’s breeze
Silently speaking through imagined feelings

Sensing flesh before even touching
Effectively reaching that which is empty
And filling it beyond its top

With memories for life that make time stop

While in the Real World…

We sit still

And travel back to Room 127
That piece of Heaven

The meeting place where we captured Face
Danced with Grace

Did not spend a second in haste
It was our time our world in Truth

Our escape and its Spook
We know that isn’t the Real World.

So take it in doses
Take in the roses
Separate knowing
The mirage will evaporate
Into dreams and memories
The reality will soon seem

Just a fantasy
But our bodies will continue to speak
We were there


We exist in the Real World

So how dare we challenge

The Real World
We know we shouldn’t change the course of our existences
That is where we belong

In doses

Scent your home with my roses
Drift to sleep with my hands on your cheeks
Rise to my smile begging Please?

May I kiss you while you dream?

The Real World cannot be distracted from
By our Mused definition of Love
Which this is not
“Traditionally speaking”

We are beyond a status quo
We are re-discovered from centuries ago
We are re-awakening the ones that we know
Giving each other the Love needed to Grow

In order to confront evil and pain overthrow

Back in the Real World.