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

Over a period of weeks  it melted in feet ‘til less and less  Everyone smiling  thinking the worst is past then a dribbling  down through th...

Where does anyone begin to explain the angst caused by toxic choices? Words that dance around the sorrow of our own personal wanderings don...

Please allow me to transform to suit your ever-fragile ego along with my own. It's a dance upon the edge as it's within both our nat...

Last night I dreamed about Catherine. ...

Frilly apron, pastel oven mitts life a stinking pile of onions set on the counter to rot— Such is my incentive to cook: boil a bag of noodle...

The sun  spills sideways  through living room blinds  falls between dust  and morning air  across the carpet. My coffee  has gone cold  agai...