5-7-5 Books

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.  Each day I used 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.  

These Are Not Haikus

<-- Watch the video to hear me explain why.  Also, a helpful read on the subject.

How I Make the Books

After four months of writing daily 5-7-5 poems, I decided to craft them into small, handmade books.

A Select Selection of 5-7-5 Poems

September 2022

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 2022

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 2022

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 2022

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


[h/t to Dr. Ayesha Khan]


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 2023

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 2023

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.