15/10/2026
Well, Stamford. WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?! đ¤đ
Last nightâs Rhymes on the Rocks was something else.
Wall to wall, packed in like sardines, familiar faces squeezed up against brand-new ones. The laughter, the heckling, the absolute ROAR of a room full of people having the time of their lives.
And the poetry. Oh, the poetry.
You opened your closets, rattled your skeletons, and shared things that took real guts to say out loud. We had people stepping up to the mic for the first time after months of watching from the audience. And a room that held every single one of them.
And STU FREESTONE. What an absolute force of nature. You magnificent human. Thank you for bringing everything you brought. đĽ
Somewhere between the belly laughs, the brave confessions, the ridiculous heckling, and the applause, something really rather beautiful happened.
It felt like family.
Not the kind youâre born into. The kind you build, one poem, one pint, one slightly unhinged evening at a time.
To every performer, every first-timer, every familiar face, and every person who squeezed through that door: **you are what makes Rhymes on the Rocks what it is.**
We came to air our skeletons and somehow left with our hearts a little fuller.
Same time next month, you glorious bunch of weirdos. đ¤