The Oddball Hour With PB n’ J, Episode 4: Tripping Out on Poetry
National Poetry Month Burnout is upon us. And it feels soooooo good! Join us for another episode of our podcast as Chad Parenteau, Toni Bee and Jason Wright return exhausted to [...]
National Poetry Month Burnout is upon us. And it feels soooooo good! Join us for another episode of our podcast as Chad Parenteau, Toni Bee and Jason Wright return exhausted to [...]
It mattered to some people where they found a place to put their car because it had the Pacific Ocean of black tar parking lots. Personally, I enjoyed the walk before [...]
The axis of the world is a forgotten weathervane and the Tree of Life belongs to Harvard. They keep it in the arboretum. Jesus got lost in the fundamentals. Again, the [...]
The whoosh of nylon on concrete slowly rising to oppressive roar from the trench along the coast wakes me almost every morning gradually over- whelming my dreams so they are often [...]
What a disgusting blob in the pit of my gastro-intestinal when Dad allowed Big Bro John to unpark our brand new Belaire after the stain glass choir of 1st Presbyterian Church [...]
The very first time I threw those three flashing coins they fell a broken line at the beginning and the top and four solid lines between to become the dreaded I [...]
Mmmm youth yum yumm the omnivorous jaws of global forces of economic domination have been with us quite a while now we still all think of cities as great urban graveyards [...]
A few cents in pocket hitchhiking, Washington D.C. to New York City Bill ends up in Tennessee in a cell with a forger who practices his trade as abstract art wrote [...]
On Massachusetts Avenue in the window of the sports club there is a line of conveyor belts and perpetual motion machines where as I walk by on way to workouts and [...]
Now that our culture has made nature into an ornamental fetish I wonder what Thoreau would think of the mobs that people Walden Park. The pond, after all, meant solitude to [...]
There it is first on Cambridge Street just the other side of the river: Bill Barnum and Brother Blue are still dancing modern mime in the window which was once Stone [...]
With, perhaps, a few brief intervals spent in rented rooms when it was still possible to afford a rented room, Bobby spent the whole latter third of his sixty odd years [...]
I never would of hitch hiked to Savannah from Ft. Gordon, Georgia without Walter ‘Doc’ Burns, older guy from Texas took me in care like a 19 year old baldy sour [...]
Outside, two days after the blizzard it is snowing again and someone says this second Nor-easter has stalled and will snow all night so that we will set a new record [...]
The Lee Granite Story or Small World Isn’t It for Norma While we were in the Green Lobby (actually the renovated old women’s unit entry area) casting the final deciding vote [...]
God is a grey aging hippy whose heavily etched face shows he still smokes. A young girl, the cutie tells this loser that it is not his fault that she's changed. [...]
I’m not supposed to be here. I should have been killed by the damned rapist or passed away of childhood illness in hospital or brain dead in coma from the fall [...]
Someone picked the perfect place right under the aluminum tower of the Boston Fed which someone now says was the first of all the Federal Reserve Banks, of course, Boston Calvinist [...]
Labyrinth: The 14th Annual Memorial for Those Who Died Homeless on the Streets and in the Shelters of the Commonwealth of Massachusetts (just after the invasion of Iraq in 2003) Here [...]
That last year of high school, I knew. I had to register for the draft and I was reading Thoreau and Tolstoy. I remember getting the form and wanting to register [...]
You think always, all ways you’ll know when you cross the event horizon line, but when you open that chipped paint door and tentatively step in it’s just a waiting room [...]
You answered my prayer. You released trump card truth. You provided the missing links, the fine grain of fact that cannot be denied, what we deserved from the first, the public [...]
Places do have faces and every face has its default expression and the bodies that move in coils gesture with arms, shift on legs and ripple torsos in three dimensions father, [...]
James Van Looy has been, among many things, an open mic regular at Stone Soup Poetry for many years, having performed in the early years of the venue. His open mic [...]