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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 the table mic with late night pizza and enough caffeine to share everything they’ve experienced so far this April. They also start gearing up for the Massachusetts Poetry Month next week! All that plus music sharing, unedited bloopers, free styling , and waaay too many shout outs to keep track of. If it sounds like we’re too exhausted and don’t care at some points, it’s because we care too much!!!

We are currently in the middle moving our podcast archive to a new online home. Until then, enjoy our podcast via YouTube! Thanks for listening.



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Oddball Magazine’s Parade of Poets Poem by Jake St. John

Old Highway Blues

On days like this
when the remaining
patches of snow melt
and the green grass
begins to pop through
and only seems green
because we haven’t seen it
for a few weeks
and birds sing songs
in the still leafless trees
and a false spring
begins to climb out
of the sea
that was shimmering
with factory lights
just last night
under the stars
who twinkled
like little angel eyes
in the great void of space
and I know winter
still has a few months
of breath left in it
I think of those
great desert roads
that last as long
as they need to
and how they dive
over the horizon
only to begin again
like a new day
on the other side
and the old houses
with walls that have caved in
as if the last memory
that held them up
has faded away
slowly pass
in some sad vision
and I want to be driving
right now
in these frozen
New England months
knowing that each of these
holy strips of asphalt
paved with the dreams
of travelers
and old hobo ghosts
will continue to visit me
like an old friend
who has stopped by
for a drink
and conversation
there’s no reasoning
with these hallucinations
so I sit back
and enjoy the ride

Jake St. John has been called “a neoBeat adventurer” by poet Tom Weigel. He writes out of New London CT where he serves as editor of Elephant and Flying Fish. His latest chapbook I Talked To The Moon (Wandering Head 2012) is a collection of poems detailing a summer long trip across America by way of back roads and side streets.

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Save The Date! Oddball Magazine Is Going to The 2014 Massachusetts Poetry Festival

Designed by TJ Edson
Designed by TJ Edson

Come to Our Panel at The 2014 Massachusetts Poetry Festival
Stone Soup Presents Oddball Magazine
Friday, May 2, 2014, 3:30-4:30 p.m.
Hawthorne Hotel, Sophia Room
Salem Massachusetts

In 2013, the long-running Stone Soup poetry series joined forces with an eclectic poetry journal to provide voices to various uncollected voices and gather them under one supportive banner. The journal has since expanded to include regular columns and features that help to support and promote Stone Soup and other artistic efforts in the Boston area and beyond. Please join us for a reading from Oddball’s most noted and regular contributors, including former Cambridge Poet Populist Toni Bee, Stone Soup host and organizer Chad Parenteau, and Oddball Magazine founder Jason Wright.

Keep visiting the Massachusetts Poetry Festival website for more information on this event and others.

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Call for Submissions: Oddball’s Saint Patrick’s Parade of Poetry

Soon it will be Saint Patrick’s Day, a time to honor the great St. Patrick, drink green beer, drink good beer, laugh, and punch your friends. We were hoping to have our own parade of drunken poetry. We want your thoughts about St Patty’s day, and drinking in general.

Beer is good. Drinking and writing is good. So is writing while sober. Forgo the beer altogether if you like and talk about your Irish heritage, your favorite Irish authors, or who you would like to see march in your local Saint Patrick’s Day Parade.

What we are saying here,is give us your most Bukowskiesque poems, or your most sober and somber poems, this is a free-for-all of free poetry parading down our virtual neighborhood.

This parade is happening and the Oddball Editors are the float masters. We are going to put up as many poems as we can in that 24 hour time span. Our hope would be 24, but maybe we can do more.  

So between now and March 12th  we are calling out all bards to grab a pint (of Guinness or IBC Root Beer), grab a pen, and punch us in the face with poetry. If its good enough, you will see it in Oddball Magazine. Slancha!

Jason Wright
Oddball Editor


Photography © Allison Goldin
Photography © Allison Goldin


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Jagged Thoughts #10: Anthem

I am a unique individual
With principals,
A fistful to teach you
That as poets
WE are not for sale.

I am a lyricist
Running through
The woods as kids
Singing songs
That lifted us.

I am a writer,
Graffing walls,
Or writing on boards
With an outline
Or without one
I will draw your dream

I am a thinking soul
Running wild
In medicine stained
The time of day
To smoke and
Then to sleep
To bring peace
To our overworked
Medicated minds

I am a survivor
I have stopped my walk
At the sunset
And the 25th mile
I will run only for me
And never out of fear

I am mostly made up of water
But yet, I do not drown
I do not drown
If you cut me,
My blood will seep.
Yet, I will heal

This is the anthem of
A survivor surviving
A writer writing
An artist creating
A psycheward mainstay trying
A poet soapbox speaking
A graffiti artist creating beauty on buildings
A marathon runner running for love
This is for the addict embracing a second chance
This is the anthem of the
Dancer dancing
And a romance withstanding time

We are all dancers in a dream
This is our anthem
Shine on baby blue,

This anthem is for you.


Jason Wright is the founder and Editor of Oddball Magazine. His “Jagged Thoughts” column appears weekly.

James Conant is a Cambridge artist who has recently added photography to his skills, which include clay sculpture, pen and ink, montages, and pencil art. He is always available for work and collaboration.