{"id":837,"date":"2026-03-26T14:28:00","date_gmt":"2026-03-26T14:28:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/dianaludwick.com\/?p=837"},"modified":"2026-03-27T14:58:04","modified_gmt":"2026-03-27T14:58:04","slug":"cake","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/dianaludwick.com\/?p=837","title":{"rendered":"Cake"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<pre class=\"wp-block-verse\">Amidst the ever-fanned<br>flames of our world,<br>I forge my own glow, <br>craft my own garden.<br><br>I choose community, <br>seek comfort<br>and connection<br>and drench myself in color.<br><br>I rinse and scrub and <br>peel and shred and stir. <br>I fold and pour this tender batter<br>in the search for a deeper peace.<br><br>I bake this moist carrot cake<br>fertile with the promise <br>of a gentle new dawn<br>where all mothers are valued<br>and all children wake up.<br><br>I share my humble cake<br>baked with intention,<br>with my circle of clarity:<br>my women, by relation and choice.<br><br>This evening, we share <br>a sacred calm as we<br>spill gratitude and grief.<br>Because we carry both, always.<br><br>Our proudest wins<br>and what weighs us down,<br>these thoughts swirl in concert.<br>The hard and the holy.<br><br>We cry and laugh<br>and nod and clap.<br><br>As we speak, our tongues<br>tingle with the sweetness <br>of grated ginger, spiced honey. <br><br>These fragrant aromas<br>help us offset <br>life's bitter walnuts.<br><br>And at the end of the night<br>we each venture home<br>feeling a little bit lighter,<br>fueled with refreshed ambition.<br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><\/pre>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\"><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>\u201cCake,\u201d an homage to creating in the chaos, and seeking community in a loneliness epidemic. Written March 26, poem 085 in a series of 365 poems written by Diana Ludwick in 2026. Photo, &#8220;Carrot Cake Batter,&#8221; by Diana Ludwick (c) 2026. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":840,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7,290,2],"tags":[192,406,405,38,407,401,35,124,232,361,70],"class_list":["post-837","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-2026-poetry-challenge","category-homage","category-poems","tag-baking","tag-batter","tag-cake","tag-community","tag-creating","tag-gratitude","tag-grief","tag-hope","tag-march","tag-spring","tag-women"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/dianaludwick.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/837","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/dianaludwick.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/dianaludwick.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/dianaludwick.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/dianaludwick.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=837"}],"version-history":[{"count":5,"href":"https:\/\/dianaludwick.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/837\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":855,"href":"https:\/\/dianaludwick.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/837\/revisions\/855"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/dianaludwick.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/840"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/dianaludwick.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=837"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/dianaludwick.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=837"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/dianaludwick.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=837"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}