"January Seventy-First," a typed-by-thumbs on iPhone poem for your scrolling pleasure. A musing on the endless days of the first month of the year and how a constant connection to the world can make it feel even longer. Poem 031 in a series of 365 poems written by Diana Ludwick…
"Brisket," a study of faith in meat form. Poem 020 in a series of 365 poems written by Diana Ludwick in 2026.
“Coat” a wintertime mudroom standoff, Poem 016 in a series of 365 poems written by Diana Ludwick in 2026.
I have challenged myself to write one poem a day in 2026. Will you join me?