Throwing a grenade through the Stargate Leaving behind the mindless hordes  Of dreamless poets I power walk across the folded Universe  Laug...

How many times I’ve walked these streets,  driven them, looked out  at them from  the side window of the car These houses and gardens the pl...

the way you drink your beer straight from the bottle- my low civilisation could topple over you. some talking dirty in my ear while you ride...

I’ll come to you if you let me. I’ll obey the slightest sign even in a dream. I’ll come to you. Alec Solomita is a writer working in the Bos...

Two soldiers met upon a battlefield, In the midst of bloody war, For days the battle raged, Like no battle raged before, Warily they strode,...

  This heart has been  too many times laid across a table should have held a round bread loaf or fresh grapes in a pile Gouged in a matter o...

  Country needs  six  string  circle jerks less  than this  poem. Chad Parenteau hosts Boston’s long-running Stone Soup Poetry series. His w...