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!


I met this stranger at an event a few weeks back, then we met again last week. In the past year she had left fulltime work and was relishing the abundance of space in her days.

The Stranger: Leah

The Word: Space

The poem I wrote:

In October, drafts blow
through me like wind in a cave.

Given space,
we grow each other sideways,
small channels cut
as if by water.

To be a you is to be a great disruptor.

I open you
like a geode to see what inside
is worth keeping safe.

How afterward
nothing fits cleanly again.


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