“Pie,” an homage to the blueberry, written Sunday, July 5, poem 186 in a series of 365 poems written by Diana Ludwick in 2026. Photo, "As American as Blueberry Pie," by Diana Ludwick (c) 2026.
Is there anything
more fulfilling
than a groaning slice
of homemade
star-bangled
summer berry pie?
Yes.
That,
plus vanilla bean
ice cream swerving
atop the crust.
In blueberries we trust.
“Puree,” a labor of love for oneself - and others; a homemade applesauce for a post-surgical soft foods diet. Written Sunday, November 01, 2026 poem 305 in a series of 365 poems written by Diana Ludwick in 2026. Photo: "Autumn apples in Flame" by Diana Ludwick © 2026.
"Marrow,” a musing on the nearness of death and life on a post-op Halloween day. Written Saturday, October 31, 2026, poem #304 in a series of 365 poems written by Diana Ludwick in 2026. Photo: "Memento Mori: Cover me in Diamonds for I Die Tomorrow," by Diana Ludwick © 2026.
"Know," On what children say versus do when they say "I love you. Friday, October 30, 2026, poem 303 in a series of 365 poems written by Diana Ludwick in 2026. Photo: "Mommy Heart," by Diana Ludwick © 2026.
"Final Degustation," an ode to the last solid meal before a much-delayed and avoided quadruple tertiary molar extraction surgery. Written Thursday, October 29, 2026, Poem #302 in a series of 365 poems written by Diana Ludwick in 2026. Photo: "X," by Diana Ludwick © 2026."