Poem by Jake St. John
The Distance For Joe Gouveia When you’re born they turn you loose into the ring no experience just a punchers chance and a good chin swinging and jabbing and always [...]
The Distance For Joe Gouveia When you’re born they turn you loose into the ring no experience just a punchers chance and a good chin swinging and jabbing and always [...]
I am no good at funerals. I would have been no good at Joes. I am going to miss Joe. I am going to miss Joe’s words. His powerful presence [...]
Mother's Day After the rough muslin was removed from the mirrors and her shoulders, she returned the wooden benches, which she used when she sat for her husband and now [...]
For Joe Gouveia The news began with a soft rumble the kind a Harley makes when it’s hidden by the horizon and out of view soon memories of the poet [...]
Our most timely post yet as Chad Parenteau and Toni Bee relate a recent message regarding Bill Barnum as well as tease features at Stone Soup and other venues for the [...]
After flailing about from waking up to a new beginning, we continue on. Chad Parenteau, Toni Bee, and Jason Wright return to record their first podcast of the new [...]
Last Rites They don’t call it that any more, Now it’s the Sacrament of the Sick – Which is kind of like Walpole State High-security prison changing its name To [...]
Months ago, Oddball welcomed a series of poems dedicated to José "JoeGO" Gouveia, who underwent cancer treatment over the holidays. We hoped to raise awareness of the Joe Gouveia Recovery Fund, [...]
I wish I could return this Gift God gave me And Change it for The ability to sell Bullshit To hands outstretched. I wish I could return this Gift of knowing [...]