Chad Parenteau

Chad Parenteau Auto shop stays opento grill burgers amongthe unfinished labor. Radio on Latin beatshope’s fast drums speedpassersby away quickly. All feel indigenoussomewhere. Anyonecould be a colonist who wants to settleboth feet on our backslike branding irons. Above, moon seeksasylum in clouds, fearsbeing discovered again. Chad Parenteau hosts Boston’s long-running Stone Soup Poetry series. His work Continue reading

Chad Parenteau Priest readscliff notes,from obit. Lived, worked,retired, died,had family. What elsegets buriedthis afternoon? Not a singlesecret passedover pew. Soon no onewill recallanyone here. Final giftof holyanonymity. Just onemore threadon bootstrap. The unsungof world’swinning team. Sweepingthemselvesunder rug. Pass Peterwithout evershowing pass. Behind gates,faceless divineforevermore. Chad Parenteau hosts Boston’s long-running Stone Soup Poetry series. His work has Continue reading

Chad Parenteau Our abusersmourned first,foremost. Deathbedswarmerthan ever. Gun barrelsloaded,suckled. Chad Parenteau hosts Boston’s long-running Stone Soup Poetry series. His work has appeared in journals such as Résonancee, Molecule, Ibbetson Street, Pocket Lint, Cape Cod Poetry Review, Tell-Tale Inklings, Off The Coast, The Crossroads, The Skinny Poetry Journal, The New Verse News, dadakuku, Nixes Mate Review, Continue reading