top of page

KALIEDOSCOPE

An Ode to Mac

  • Ian Ward
  • Sep 22, 2025
  • 1 min read

What more could be asked

than a bowl of pure love?


What more could be given

than distilled beauty?


What more could be hoped for

than divinity made edible?


None, I say.

None more.


Macaroni, perfection, cheese, perfection.


Combined, they are truly, truly undefeated.


The moral?


Mac’n’cheese is pretty good, dude.

 
 
 

Recent Posts

See All
Lion in the sky

The pure darkness of the starry night is all I can see except for the sinister glow of ITS’ dark blue eyes. IT flicks ITS’ flashlight on, to reveal ITS monstrous grinning face. The grin is ear to ear

 
 
 
Steady

I wrote this poem for my friend.

 
 
 
Iron Underground

The first concert I went to was in July of last year, my parents and I went up to Red Rocks to see an artist I grew up listening to,...

 
 
 

Comments

bottom of page