Ok, so I made it to day 8 of #NaPoWriMo.  I’ve spent the last few days at a entrepreneur retreat and was inspired to write this.




start biz take risk leap
change grow  push climb steep
take next step leave doubt
head down build grow reap



In The Presence Of This Morning

In The Presence Of This Morning

#Napowrimo Day 3

T’ang Poetry is a style of Classic Chinese Poetry that began during the T’ang Dynasty. While studying creative writing, I studied T’ang Poetry and it has forever changed how I see poetry and language. The idea is to write with minimum words and maximum impact. Enjoy!


National Poetry Writing Month Challenge - in the prescence of morning by uchechi kalu

in the presence of this morning

wake turn smile touch hip

hand cup breast warm liip

sign see sun slide shine

lift head drink day sip



A Time Before This

A Time Before This

Kicking off National Poetry Month with the #NaPoWriMo (National Poetry Writing Month) challenge: 1 poem a day.


It’s not about worrying the poem to death or making it perfect. It’s about putting it out there, being vulnerable and sharing. I am grateful for this opportunity to share my gifts as a poet, lover of language and technologist. Enjoy!


it is good to remember
that there was a time before this
i see you squatting in the corner of the public restroom
i see you having locked yourself in your room
unable to see what’s next how to leave
him how to grow yourself out of this job where
the men who say they love your work at work
want you to say you love them

it is good to remember
that there was a time before this
you my dear
belonged to some body
you my dear belonged
to someone
warmth sat beside you wrapped its arms around you pulled
you in close and the skin the contact welcomed you into the world
and that was another way to explain grace

it is good to remember
just when you feel you can’t breathe just when you’re beginning

to wonder if you can expand your chest and just exhale
everything you’ve ever wanted to say
say it now my dear
say it now

it is good to remember
there were giggles before this
all of us laughed and hollered
hyena style before this
the ones without parents
the ones with the drug addicted loved ones
the ones with the perfect family portrait

all of us will one day end up curled up in the corner
in a public restroom or our own private ones
and be unable to breathe

this is when i need you
to remember
that there was a time before this moment
when you were loved

and if it happened before

it will happen once



© Uchechi Kalu 2017

Singing America

Singing America


Happy International Poetry Day!


In celebration, I was inspired to write this poem.


Singing America

We started with tacos

everyone says this is the best place

she was the thing that caught my attention

she must have been my mothers age

translucent skin browned by heritage

this is Mexico

she sang

we too, are America

the light was shining down on her

the stage flamed with all she was giving us

her heartbeat shot straight out and

hit me

just as she opened her mouth for the next song

she liquified fear and spilled it for all of us

it dripped onto the floor and somehow I wanted to smear my hands

in it and cover myself in this imagination of what could be

this must be the country we dream of

maybe she is America

browned and pushing 60 and so sure of herself

that wink she gives me says everything

maybe she too is the America I’ve always loved

long dark hair rich with history and allowance of grays as evidence of our sins but there to remind us of what not to do again

maybe she too is the America

when she opens her mouth I spy a hint of metal

braces tucked of metal

braces careening out of her mouth

the awkward girl

the pimpled boy

but no we will not tease her

because she is absolutely glorious

maybe she too is the America I’ve always wanted

reminding us all that always wanted

by now we have finished the tacos

and the margaritas and I can’t leave without requesting a song

Gracias A La Vida

She bows towards me starts to pluck her guitar and the song goes

it just keeps going

Thank You Life

She is tilting her head back and singing with every muscle

I can see it

she is choosing to believe tat that life

in the end

has been good to us

On the way out she grabs my hand as I

put something in her basket

those eyes dark like plums

Yes, this is America

her awkward smile

her wrinkled skin her belief that good things do happen

her colored past her wrongs often never made right

her brownness her colored ness her other ness but sameness

her belief that she can do anything she wants including sing in a bar when she’s pushing my mother’s age

her sure eyes her love for the other

this is what I love about her

Now, I’m just asking her to come


© Uchechi Kalu 2017