Poetry for Strangers is about finding inspiration in community, in people, in the chance encounters of everyday life. PFS suggests that every person can be a “muse” of a poem. Every week of this year I will ask a stranger for a single word and then write a poem inspired by the word. I invite you to do the same.

Share your poem on this week’s word!


At a garden café, I met my friend Troy, with whom I am collaborating on a book that is due out this December. Its website: fearofthedeep.com. This week’s stranger works at the café; he let us have a table outside so we could enjoy the afternoon before winter became complete.

The Stranger: Andrew

The Word: Relevant

The poem I wrote:

Ask again, uncurl
inside my bones:
How will we go?

Shall I move us
toward mastery,
one cell at a time?

Shall we clutch
at loving this life
in a relevant way,
then sit and drink
beer with lunch?

What is our sourdough
daily worship? Can
you know? I know

we simmer like a town,
a small one: wooden
and easily burned.

The Challenge: Do you have a poem in you on this word? Write one here.