This is but one poetry project, and the tab structure of this webpage is a bit odd. Find more of my poems here.
5-7-5 poems were a daily practice that I began in September of 2022 and concluded in February of 2023. Recently I've started up again! Each day I use(d) the structure of a three-line poem (with 5, 7, and 5 syllables, respectively) to name a predominant feeling or question that is living within me.
<-- Watch the video to hear me explain why. Also, a helpful read on the subject.
After four months of writing daily 5-7-5 poems, I decided to craft them into small, handmade books.
September 15, 2022
Therapy is strange.
I pay hourly, yes, and,
begrudgingly, too.
September 19, 2022
My career goal?
Survive capitalism,
eyes still twinkling.
September 28, 2022
My spirit needs fresh
air. The sun feels different
through a window pane.
October 3, 2022
What are you saving
for? What are you waiting for?
Do you think you’re well?
October 8, 2022
A soft place to land
is what I have found. Land first.
Rest. Then, ask, “What’s next?”
October 11, 2022
Joy withheld for fear
of making a dumb mistake.
What’s a dumb mistake?
October 14, 2022
Not everything needs
to be sustainable for
always and ever.
October 19, 2022
Out of nowhere, I’m
suddenly quite tired. It’s
not out of nowhere.
November 1, 2022
I trust abundance.
One moment of lack, loss does
not speak for the whole.
November 8, 2022
Relief is calling
at five and learning I don’t
have jury duty.
November 11, 2022
When I tell you my
label, I hand you clues for
what lives inside me.
November 14, 2022
What if crankiness
were just knowledge afraid to
name itself today?
November 26, 2022
When will wisdom tooth
stop aggravating cheek? No
dental insurance.
December 4, 2022
Laughing with pewmates
about our noble attempts
at unison prayer.
December 5, 2022
Sore mouth, runny nose,
a stupid cough. Oh, sweetheart,
it will get better.
December 7, 2022
This is new terrain.
Our nervous systems were
better rested then.
December 18, 2022
A one lady press
around my kitchen table
brings words to pages.
December 20, 2022
She argues that our
need for hibernation is
more than symbolic.
December 21, 2022
To find myself in
peaceful flow today is a
gift of the Solstice.
December 23, 2022
Overwhelm? Yes, but
peace on the heels of joy, too.
My, what alchemy.
December 31, 2022
I think what I want
to learn most is how to coax
plenty from not much.
January 2, 2023
All the day long, I
burned a candle in a jar
to know God's presence.
January 8, 2023
I move forward inch
by inch, trusting another
to come soon enough.
January 10, 2023
Thank Christ for friends who
set the world right again by
responding with care.
January 11, 2023
My questions are a
harbinger of joy, that is,
I am excited.
January 20, 2023
I will be faithful
in my honesty about
what doesn't add up.
January 21, 2023
There is a crucial
difference between lean and
rickety. Be smart.
January 21, 2023 (bonus poem!)
She pulled walnuts out
of her trail mix to add them
to the brownies. Ha!
January 27, 2023
Today was anchored
by the still, small voice that had
rather plain requests.
January 31, 2023
The smell of Woolite
caps off a very good day
(perks of handwashing).
February 1, 2023
One door closes and
another one opens; it's
quite a wind tunnel.
February, 12, 2023
For just a moment
the chocolate buttercream
was the only thing.
February, 15, 2023
Origin stories
aren't fate, but they're also
not irrelevant.
February, 19, 2023
Sweet one, there is no
need to self-deprecate as
you figure it out.
May 23, 2025
Big, bold glasses for
little, bold me. May I have
eyes to see what is.
May 28, 2025
Be careful how you
measure your progress (lest you
overlook your growth).
May 29, 2025
If you know quickly,
heed the knowing, and call it
care from ancestors.
May 30, 2025
But if I were to
get another tattoo it
would say, "daily bread."
June 6, 2025
Sometimes logistics
will bowl you over. That's not
a fail; it's a fact.
June 7, 2025
Standing fans give me
hope for the future. Know the
real need to meet it.
June 13, 2025
Probably I can't
change your mind, but maybe I
can make room for hope.
June 15, 2025
Care isn't lost or
wasted just because you can't
see where it ends up.
June 17, 2025 [title: Freecycle]
You say you want the
thing, but then you don't respond.
Not cool, my neighbor.
June 20, 2025
I’m losing track of
the days of the week. (That is
flow transcends order.)
June 22, 2025
The doxology
is what I sing after each
furniture pick-up.
June 24, 2025
Everyone keeps
referring to my future
as an adventure.
June 25, 2025
Echoes abound in
the emptiness of my soon-
to-be-former home.
June 26, 2025
I pity those who
trust the box's words to yield
al dente pasta.
June 28, 2025
Feeling wobbly
is par for the course at the
juncture of thresholds.
June 30, 2025
The plastic fork is
what made the gift of cake on
moving day poignant.
July 4, 2025
This tired has been
a long time coming. Please be
patient with yourself.
July 5, 2025
There are so many
ways to be rich, so many
paths to abundance.
July 13, 2025
Oh, Holy One, what
do you have in store for me
and my open heart?
July 16, 2025
I choose to trust that
after this season of rest,
I will be ready.
July 18, 2025
Is this what it looks
like for accumulated
fatigue to release?
July 19, 2025
Respecting folks by
trusting their ability
to journey is hard.
July 21, 2025
The illusion of
safety comes with a very
real price tag. Cough up?