Check out the latest from Stone Soup Servings with featured poet Skoot.
Burning Barefoot my feet burned on cold sidewalks without shoes no armor, no words prepared just this heartbeat that kept running after you just this tear I kept trying to wipe away just this affection. open armed, chest exposed, faltering that deer that stumbles on its first steps cute you called me. but I wished to be ugly wished you could love the insides, the imperfect wished that in your drunkenness you called me more than beautiful you kept saying I was beautiful but there was broken, too And I wanted to be strong and protective … More
Stone Soup Servings is a regular series for Oddball Magazine that features upcoming performers at Stone Soup Poetry, the … More