A Poem a Day: a Series – Day 18

Day 18: “Assignment 3”


My body doesn’t move

until it has to


My mind doesn’t speak

until it’s almost too late


I relax and wait

realizing I can’t force it

can’t make it happen

until it does


A perpetual state of tension

until inspiration strikes

and two weeks of work translates into one day


I press submit

and my shoulders come down from my ears

A Poem a Day: a Series – Day 17

I feel like this poem may need a preface. I don’t know why pasta sauce was so prominently on my mind when I wrote this poem, but I bought pasta sauce from Whole Foods a week ago. When I was checking out, the cashier told me that she loved the brand of sauce I got and said she would never make sauce again or buy another kind again. That came to me as I was searching for inspiration, so bon appétit!

Day 17: “Homemade Pasta”


Store-bought pasta sauce

decorates the noodles nicely


Store-bought pasta sauce

makes you new friends


Store-bought pasta sauce

saves you time


Store-bought pasta sauce

brings compliments to the chef


Got a problem?

Maybe store-bought pasta sauce is right for you.

A Poem a Day: a Series – Day 13

Day 13: “Splintering”


Change happens

But is it really change

if the foundation is splintered, wilted, not a foundation at all


Not capable of lifting us up

of pushing us all forward?


How do we rebuild?


Rallying cries and gestures raise attention, awareness


But the problem is bigger


A collapsing structure that never worked for anyone anyway,

Not for everyone, not for anyone


Do we let it fall?

Or do we patch the cracks?