Friday, May 16, 2025

Hit Over Head By Chad Parenteau


The local florist's sign

says: If your name is


Chad Parenteau, enter 

not for early birthday rose, 


but for unbagged clump 

of same processed shit


our flowers grow in

to remind you every


photogenesis--the birth

of everything made 


photogenic--was built

in the entrails of the ugly


ones, and you're too far

down in the ground


to ever see the results, 

face under sensible shoes.





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 Skinny Poetry Journal, The New Verse News, dadakuku, Nixes Mate Review and The Ugly Monster. He has also been published in anthologies such as French Connections, Sounds of Wind, Reimagine America, and The Vagabond Lunar Collection. His newest collections are All's Well Isn't You and Cant Republic: Erasures and Blackouts. He serves as Associate Editor of the online journal Oddball Magazine and co-organizer of the annual Boston Poetry Marathon. He lives and works in Boston.

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