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 the opening of an art exhibition called Woodsmoke—merging art and poetry inspired by James Castle—I met Jason, the founder of MING Studios, where the exhibition was held. The night was complete with cake-pops, children and adults, and walls covered with words, trees, windows, black and white drawings of small houses.

The Stranger: Jason

The Word: Wormhole

The poem I wrote:

New town, flat cement, nobody
knows blink. To be fresh
from another place is to be
dirtless. Here the dirt’s good.
To each his own wormhole
in the past of some other country.
Blank holds space to tell any story,
any plot where you get jammed
or flooded out. Here is yours.
You can be cut in half and still grow.

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