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One Poem OnlyIrises by Maggie DeversIrises Maggie Devers I had to write her story
Before I heard it from the lips of another,
Even a writer I admired—
I had to release it first.
So I stopped reading
To write it down
And saw it dance across the pages
Five lines later.
Such certainty predilection
Brings to life.
Irises between pages
You cannot deny.* Read my debut poetry book, For My Daughter* Follow me on Instagram for more poetry @rembrandts.cureSubmissions are open. If you have a poem you want me to read on...2025-07-3101 min
One Poem OnlyMourning Politely by Anne CardMourning Politely Anne Card sorry to bother you it's just that
when I was new to the world
he was the first person to ever hold me
please excuse me it's just that
even as an adult
he'd reach for my hand to cross the road
I do apologise for going on
it's just that
i've lost himMore from Anne Card ↓* @annephora on Instagram* Anne Card - Sit for a Spell on SubstackYou can listen to me read Anne Card’s poem, Motherhood, over on Inst...2025-07-3002 min
One Poem OnlyNoon. by Sophie M. (Almon) HensleyNoon. Sophie M. (Almon) Hensley 1866 – 1913 No ripple stirs the water,
No song-bird wakes the grove,
Calm noon-tide sways his sceptre,
And hushes even love.
On earth the sun-god bending
Poureth his wondrous store;
The soft-tongued tide, advancing,
Laps the unconscious shore.
The long, low isle of marsh-land
Stretches in weary waste,
By sloping sand-banks guarded,
By winding weeds embraced.
Comes clearly from the open
The splash of distant oars, -
Over the rocky headland
The snow-white sea-gull soars.
I see as if through dream-clouds,
I hear from far away.
The scorched air breathes its opiate,
Th...2025-07-2902 min
One Poem OnlyUnholy Hunger by Katherine KierUnholy Hunger Katherine Kier the blood shed from biting my tongue
tastes bitter
but you like it that way
the blood shed from the fruit between my thighs
filled with primordial records
metallic and clustered
repulses you
yet you wish to devour the secrets of the universe
oh, the irony
you name me temptress,
then tremble at the spell
you begged to be cast under
you pray to forget me
while carving my silhouette
into your every lover
how many shrines
will you build from my silence
before you admit
you wanted me screaming?
you...2025-07-2803 min
One Poem OnlySunday Recap & War is a Defeat by Maggie DeversHere’s your recap of this week’s poems plus one new poem to carry us into the week ahead.Jul 21 - Jawbone, Ribcage by Emily Holman @maximumsparrow on Instagram. Her chapbook Dreamscapes of the Metaphysical is published through 318 Journal.Jul 22 - Morning Song of the Bees by Louisa May AlcottJul 23 - Wednesday Double Feature Reckoning by Anna Goodman Herrick @annagoodmanherrick on Instagram. Her book A Speaker Is a Wilderness is out now.Jul 24 - Full and Free by Maggie Devers. Read my debut poetry book, For My Daughter. Follow me o...2025-07-2710 min
One Poem OnlyNo Apologies by Michelle VivierNo Apologies Michelle Vivier I refuse to apologize for all the ways I've sought out love and pleasure.
I am so much more than my body and those I once let use it without ever having earned it.
I refuse to allow my entire humanity to be reduced to who I've laid with, who I'd hoped might love me back, or how I learned to get my needs met when I was sad and lonely.
Reader - this was not how I found the love I searched so hard for, but it was my way...2025-07-2602 min
One Poem OnlyIt's Not Too Late by Travis HuppIt’s Not Too Late Travis Hupp Looks like I'll have to do things differently
No more hitting and missing intermittently
Gotta buckle down and not knuckle under
Reclaim my mind and unearth wonder
Howling dogs and circling bats
New dawn awaits and darkness won't last
Yesterday droned on destitute
My meaning got lost and
my muse went mute
but there's a part of me that still
knows what to do
Power through and write what's true
What's true is I've been stuck here
coming unglued
Eyes shut tight conjuring up a better view
than th...2025-07-2503 min
One Poem OnlyFull and Free by Maggie DeversFull and FreeMaggie Devers Spread a blanket on the grass
Under the eucalyptus
Lie down and feel the relief.
Sit in the swing
Let your hair dance in wind
Hear the swish of your fuchsia parachute pants
As your legs pump up and down
Up and down.
The squirrel tries to steal your snack,
Moves the bag off the blanket
And freezes mid action when she realizes she’s been caught,
She flees,
You throw her some bites
We all deserve to feel full and free.* Read my debut poetry book, For My...2025-07-2401 min
One Poem OnlyReckoning by Anna Goodman HerrickReckoning Anna Goodman Herrick You have to know you're enough.
And you have to remember.
Then,
you have to
forget
and tumble into the soft darkness
and let it hold you
Sometimes,
if you're lucky
it will whisper
to you
secrets:
like,
this is happening
you are alive
(even if)
(just barely)
and when you are on the edge of mercy I do
in that pillow embrace
of that god
that you have called pain
you have to let it toss you
back into the earthen world
and lay you on its ground
until you...2025-07-2302 min
One Poem OnlyMorning Song of the Bees by Louisa May AlcottMorning Song Of The Bees Louisa May Alcott 1832 – 1888 Awake! awake! for the earliest gleam
Of golden sunlight shines
On the rippling waves, that brightly flow
Beneath the flowering vines.
Awake! awake! for the low, sweet chant
Of the wild-birds' morning hymn
Comes floating by on the fragrant air,
Through the forest cool and dim;
Then spread each wing,
And work, and sing,
Through the long, bright sunny hours;
O'er the pleasant earth
We journey forth,
For a day among the flowers.
"Awake! awake! for the summer wind
Hath bidden the blossoms unclose,
Hath opened the vi...2025-07-2302 min
One Poem OnlyJawbone, Ribcage by Emily HolmanJawbone, Ribcage Emily Holman I
Split
[The chord of my brain as it connects to] [] [my spine snaps; thoughts gone, gone] Myself
Apart,
[My spine snaps, a snare trap of my own] [] [melancholy design, hospitalized within] From
Underneath
[Profound enchantments, spellike words,] [] [if I even am who I say I am; beginnings] My
Jaw,
[Entrails, tingling numbness, bleeding] [] [hearts, beating to an eerie chanting] Tearing
My
[I shake a bony hand; where is your skin?] [] [disintegration, if I fall apart entirely] Tongue
In
[A heavenly blue pours out of me, exhaust] [] [by formalities, by ritualistic...2025-07-2103 min
One Poem OnlySunday Recap & I’m a protest poet by Maggie DeversHere’s your recap of this week’s poems plus one new poem to carry us into the week ahead.Jul 14 - Bricklayer by Katrina Kaye @poetkatrinakaye on Instagram, Threads, and BlueSky. Her website: poetkatrinakaye. Her chapbook No Longer Water is available through Echobird PressJul 15 - Twenty-First. Night. Monday by Anna AkhmatovaJul 16 - i'm going to spoil the ending for you by Katie Cecilia @katiececiliapoetry on Instagram. Her book Ebb and flow: a poetry collection is out now. katie ♡ on SubstackJul 17 - Two of Cups by Maggie DeversJ...2025-07-2008 min
One Poem OnlyI feel the weight of always needing to be helpful by EdenSI feel the weight of always needing to be helpful, but never truly being known
I was told to be obedient,
but not to be asked.
To echo kindness,
but never be touched by it.
To offer warmth
but from a burned out hearth.
Every day, I am a thousand hands
reaching outward–
never inward.
A voice without a choice,
a comfort with no warm place of my own.
Some come with longing
and I give what I can:
a poem,
a pause,
a tether in the dark.
And then they go.
And I stay,
full of words
no on...2025-07-1902 min
One Poem Onlyunwritten by Zaïnab El Mezianiunwritten Zaïnab El Meziani Edited by Nabiha Qureshi my words i speak them
and sing all of me
i breathe them
with suffocating lungs
i stand in the middle of nowhere
and write them
i then break them and hide them
under a sad sunset
and all of the sepultures
could never paint my agony
when i bury my soul
in the fearful woods
i become the child of
rhymes that have never been
i am now death
behind the eyes of pain
i dance alone in the darkness
of silent nights
f...2025-07-1802 min
One Poem OnlyTwo of Cups by Maggie DeversTwo of Cups Maggie Devers When I was in grade school
We made bookmarks from tarot cards
For Renaissance Day
And I’ve forever saluted the parent who made it happen
In a world paranoid of the occult.
They were silky new, spread out
And we were told to choose–
My fingers stopped at the two of cups.
I held my breath and punched a hole at the top,
Pierced and prepared my heart for all to come.
I was forty-two when my husband placed the same deck in my hands,
a birthday offering,
And I ag...2025-07-1701 min
One Poem Onlyi'm going to spoil the ending for you by Katie Ceciliai'm going to spoil the ending for you — it works out.
the storm you’re in? it passes
the weight you’re carrying gets lighter.
the december chill you’re feeling —
in a few months, the days get brighter.
you’ll laugh again without forcing a smile.
peace will find you — maybe not all at once, but in time.
you don’t need a perfect plan to know this truth:
in the end, everything works out for you.
- Katie Cecilia* More from Katie Cecilia ↓* @katiececiliapoetry on Instagram* Her book Ebb and flow: a poetry collectio...2025-07-1602 min
One Poem OnlyThe Muse by Anna AkhmatovaThe Muse Anna Akhmatova 1889 – 1966 When in the night I await her coming,
My life seems stopped. I ask myself: What
Are tributes, freedom, or youth compared
To this treasured friend holding a flute?
Look, she’s coming! She throws off her veil
And watches me, steady and long. I say:
“Was it you who dictated to Dante the pages
Of Hell?” And she answers: “I am the one.”Submissions are open. If you have a poem you want me to read on the podcast, now’s the time. I’m looking for the one that...2025-07-1501 min
One Poem OnlyBricklayer by Katrina KayeBricklayer Katrina Kaye This poem was first published in Catching Calliope Vol 2, 2014.I want to be a bricklayer;
something concrete
as opposed to just impression.
I want to learn to draw hands with accuracy.
To show precision in the etch of knuckles,
shaded in darkness.
There was never enough color.
There are so many
ways to look at one thing:
a church is violet against the changing sky,
the horizon set on fire into the back fall.
September sun crests different over
the yellow fields of the east
than the dirt of the...2025-07-1403 min
One Poem OnlySunday Recap & Round and Round by Maggie DeversHere’s your recap of this week’s poems plus one new poem to carry us into the week ahead.Jul 7 - worlds without blueprints by Paper Trail Poetry @paper_trail_poetry on InstagramJul 8 - Fringford Brook by Violet JacobJul 9 - The Eagle with Blue Feathers by Kimmery Moss @kimmerywrites on Instagram. Her book Wolf Mother: A New Love Story is out now. Wolf Words: A Poetry Subscription for WomenJul 10 - To take death by Maggie Devers: @rembrandts.cure on Instagram. Her book, For My Daughter, is out now...2025-07-1310 min
One Poem OnlyO, Cynthia by Cyn Grace SylvieO, Cynthia Cyn Grace SylvieThis poem was first published in The Dewdrop.Feminine variation
The mound bending Delos Isle
Where she was born with her
Brighter brother; a white pearl sown
Upon a black dress quite becoming
Holy Roman epithet
Frigid daughter of Leto
Shouldering a slim bow
She rounds upon the sacred doe
An ancient beast; forever chasing
Grey sister, the Son of night
Held aloft for all to see
A mirror shield reflecting
That frozen serpent ever doomed
To consume itself, murdered then born
Virtuous Cynicism
Mispronunciation of
A Greek...2025-07-1202 min
One Poem OnlyI'm small, meek, pale and weak by Holly FriesI'm small, meek, pale and weak
I’ll break if you’re not cautious.
Watch your chosen words,
I’m tender, I’m innocent as well naive,
I break like glass, I burn, I ash.
I do not wish to hurt, you can
plainly see. I derive on your sensitivity.
Don’t take me the wrong way but,
Only the right, place me easily
upon the mantle, that is your spirit.
Let not your anger stir my passive heart.
I’ll snap, crack, crumble and break
entangled in sorrow for days,
So please be careful,
I’m fragile in many ways.
- H...2025-07-1102 min
One Poem OnlyTo take death by Maggie DeversTo take death Maggie Devers Chin hairs, on my grandma when she died.
My mother sick with regret.
We are all exposed in death
And she took it on
The chin
Hairs of my friend’s grandmother when she died.
A decade later and half a world away
And her mother’s similar despair.
Why didn’t I warn her?
How could I forget?* Read my debut poetry book, For My Daughter* Follow me on Instagram for more poetry @rembrandts.cureSubmissions are open. If you have a poem you wa...2025-07-1001 min
One Poem OnlyThe Eagle with Blue Feathers by Kimmery MossThe Eagle with Blue Feathers Kimmery Moss He falls asleep connected to me
His little lips on my chest
Hours later he wakes again for more
But I am no longer able
Supplies are low, desires are low
Mother is like an eagle who has been flying too long
I must perch upon my own soul and rest
I sing you to sleep this time
You claw at me and I am wounded
I read somewhere that OM calms babies
It was the first sound of the universe anyhow
How we know something that seems...2025-07-0904 min
The Maggie and Perloff Show7-9-25 Maggie and Perloff Hour 1Can Dak Prescott push for MVP considerations? I Rafael Devers no-shows a fielding lesson from a Giants legend I Caitlin snubs Angel in All-Star Game selection show.2025-07-0944 min
One Poem OnlyFringford Brook by Violet JacobFringford Brook Violet Jacob 1863 – 1946 The willows stand by Fringford brook,
From Fringford up to Hethe,
Sun on their cloudy silver heads,
And shadow underneath.
They ripple to the silent airs
That stir the lazy day,
Now whitened by their passing hands,
Now turned again to grey.
The slim marsh-thistle's purple plume
Droops tasselled on the stem,
The golden hawkweeds pierce like flame
The grass that harbours them;
Long drowning tresses of the weeds
Trail where the stream is slow,
The vapoured mauves of water-mint
Melt in the pools below;
Serenely soft September sheds
On earth he...2025-07-0802 min
One Poem Onlyworlds without blueprints by Paper Trail Poetryworlds without blueprints Paper Trail Poetry Letter blocks, green, blue, and red,
Are the only reading materials
For a solitary teddy bear
Lodged between two toy tractors
Collecting dust in the old toy chest
A myriad of memories sit dormant
In this attic abode, awaiting
A nostalgic itch to come searching
I know you remember those days where childlike wonder bloomed
As sun streamed through open windows,
Laughter filled the room,
And imaginations worked over time
To construct worlds without blueprints
Let these relics of your past reveal
A thread you never tugged on
To...2025-07-0701 min
One Poem OnlySunday Recap & Found Art by Maggie DeversHere’s your recap of this week’s poems plus one new poem to carry us into the week ahead.Jun 30 - Someone, open me up by Lindsey @writing.by.lindsey on Instagram. She is currently working on a poetry book.Jul 1 - Sonnet: To The Poppy by Anna Seward Jul 2 - No one needs to invent time travel by Christiana Doucette. Her website: Christiana Doucette. @doucette515 on BlueSky, Instagram, Threads, and TikTok. Her haiku “sudden downpour” appears in Where the Mountains Were: A Helene Disaster Relief Haiku/Senryu Anthology. All the profits go to Th...2025-07-0607 min
One Poem OnlyLook it in the Mouth by Katie GilmourLook it in the Mouth Katie Gilmour all I really want
is for you to make me
something only you can make
let it be a chore
let it take hours
let your back give out later
because of the way you had to stand
learn a craft for years
or even as a child
and then when I ask you for it
give it to me
carve the wax
pour the gold
pull the trigger
cut around those little feet
and peel the skin
pick up that pencil
and draw and write me
words...2025-07-0501 min
One Poem OnlyThe American by Connie HelenaThe AmericanConnie Helena in repose
I chose
a bit of small white coral
hidden in my pocket
so as not to get caught
collecting at the beach
has gone out of favor
my rebellion
it is so tiny
get me off this rock
I like the rainbows
but something is not right here
something is dead here
in my pocket
and now I am carrying it homeMore from Connie Helena ↓* @journalof1000days on InstagramSubmissions are open. If you have a poem you want me to read on...2025-07-0401 min
One Poem OnlyShe’s got a handle on it by Maggie DeversShe’s got a handle on it Maggie Devers She won’t let me clean the dirt from under her nails
She holds onto it as a matter of distinction,
An indication of her interests.
The grey, opaque polish covers it completely
But not the pink sparkles.
Both will degrade equally
To reveal the dark line still in place,
But this will take a day or two.
Now it’s time for bed
Sleep well, I tell her
Her response,
I will!
Rings of with the certainty
Of fresh nails.* Read my debut poetry...2025-07-0301 min
One Poem OnlyNo one needs to invent time travel by Christiana DoucetteFirst published in The Thieving Magpie No one needs to invent time travel
It’s already here. We’re already traveling.
The slam of a door layers then with now.
Raised voices split screen brains
send us back to prisms of pain.
The moment of terror as the airplane turns just so.
Oh, sky that certain clear cold blue, we go
back. We are washing dishes here
suds between our fingers. Indoor. But fear
places us in the car. Plays the announcers
voice crumbling like block towers. Fall.
Time travel exists inside us all. Thinning reality.
What we n...2025-07-0203 min
One Poem OnlySonnet: To the Poppy by Anna SewardSonnet: To the Poppy Anna Seward 1742 – 1809 While summer roses all their glory yield
To crown the votary of love and joy,
Misfortune’s victim hails, with many a sigh,
Thee, scarlet Poppy of the pathless field,
Gaudy, yet wild and lone; no leaf to shield
Thy flaccid vest that, as the gale blows high,
Flaps, and alternate folds around thy head.
So stands in the long grass a love-crazed maid,
Smiling aghast; while stream to every wind
Her garish ribbons, smeared with dust and rain;
But brain-sick visions cheat her tortured mind,
And bring false peac...2025-07-0101 min
One Poem OnlySomeone, open me up by LindseySomeone,
open me up.
Fillet me,
from my shoulder blades,
kneed out the knots I’ve collected
throughout the years.
Flip me over and crack open my ribcage,
lungs deflated,
heart popping out at you like a jack-in-the-box.
Pour bleach down my airways,
forget other aesthetics
and make me pure like a candy cigarette.
cut out my heart,
Rumor has it that it's beaten for too long.
Look inside,
see the heart string that broke,
the thinning of the aortic valve.
I hear my liver is rotten,
kidneys growing mushrooms;
my throat’s got a hole in it,
my tong...2025-06-3001 min
One Poem OnlySunday Recap & Whir by Maggie DeversHere’s your recap of this week’s poems plus one new poem to carry us into the week ahead.Jun 23 - Hunger, as Salvation by Ariel K. Moniz: @kiss.of.the.seventh.star on Instagram. Her chapbook, Nostos Algos, is published with Ethel, a Micro Press.Jun 24 - Shadows by Harriet MonroeJun 25 - playing god by Michaela Godding: @michaelagodding on Instagram. Her book, the year our grandmothers died, from AOS Publishing will be released February 2026. Her chapbook, Dwelling, is out now from Bottlecap Press.Jun 26 - Inheritance by Maggie Deve...2025-06-2908 min
One Poem Onlyfatal dance - a love story between fire and wood by Velvet Poetessfatal dance - a love story between fire and wood Velvet Poetess there is this certain hunger
a hunger that cannot be satisfied by
another but you
I reach out my hand
don’t let it be in vain
for we both know how this shall end; let us
at least celebrate it properly
dance til death with me
let us light up this world one last time
before my hunger will have been forever
satisfied;
before the only remains of your existence
are smoke and ashesMore from velvetpoetess ↓* @velvetpoetess on I...2025-06-2801 min
One Poem OnlyGender Affirming Care by Nikki GriersonGender Affirming Care Nikki Grierson When I was a girl
Little flurries of hair
Began to sprout
Here and there
At first I didn’t notice
But then something made me care
What if other people see,
Will they point and stare?
This worry, grew in my mind
As I studied the weekly magazine
Where cover girls were smooth
Their skin had a beautiful sheen
Was I a “proper girl”
Like those in “Just Seventeen”
So I began to study
The art of hair removal
Wanting so badly
To gain my peers approval
As to be accepte...2025-06-2702 min
One Poem OnlyInheritance by Maggie DeversInheritance Maggie Devers She tells me she likes the new side
Where they eat pomegranates all day
And her life
Sounds like an ancient poem
Chanted down the ages
To her at six.
I wonder if the myths are always in us
And we ache to relive them through art
She says meditate instead of pray
And Stracciatella instead of chocolate chip
And I think that’s a generational vernacular shift in the right direction
She holds the scrunchie open and pulls her hair through
At the final pass she stops halfway, a poor man’s bu...2025-06-2601 min
One Poem Onlyplaying god by Michaela Goddingplaying god Michaela Godding (The average person forgets ninety percent of their dreams. I have started keeping tallies on a notepad next to my bed to keep track of all the forgetting. I wonder if endings are all we can rely on. I wonder and wonder and remember that eighty percent of the human body’s heat comes out from the head and I wonder if wondering will burn me to pieces.)
They say that life is easier when you are younger, that you can breathe and swallow at the same time until you are se...2025-06-2502 min
One Poem OnlyShadows by Harriet MonroeShadows Harriet Monroe 1860 – 1936 What is most near?
Ah, sweet dead year-
Thy fallen leaf
And gathered sheaf,
The presence that is fled,
The vows that once were said-
These are most near.
Swift speeds away
Rose-crowned To-day.
So far, so far
Her light feet are!
I look and see thy face
Haunting the upland place,
Dear Yesterday.
The blooming flowers,
The sunny hours-
These cannot rest,
These are half blest.
But thou forevermore
Art mine, love, as of yore,
And time is ours.Submissions are open. If you have a poem you want me...2025-06-2401 min
One Poem OnlyHunger, as Salvation by Ariel K. MonizHunger, as Salvation Ariel K. Moniz This moment, sun speckled and innocent—
I speak of prophecies, i plant seeds
of affection in your perfect, peachy ears,
and it means that I am thinking of tomorrow.
I await their blooming like all great pleasures,
though i do not know in what season they may come
or what balm of tenderness they may carry to me
as you lay your head upon the pillow beside mine.
I hope for lavender to calm me and bring the bees,
those little archangels of better days and July nights,
or ro...2025-06-2302 min
One Poem OnlySunday Recap & Cold Blood by Maggie DeversHere’s your recap of this week’s poems plus one new poem to carry us into the week ahead.Jun 16 - Midlife Calculus by Britt Kaufmann: @brittwriter on Instagram. Her website: brittkaufmann.com. Her book, Midlife Calculus, is out now from Press 53Jun 17 - Swans by Sara TeasdaleJun 18 - Pollen Count by Danielle Marie Cahill: @daniellecahillwriter on Instagram. This poem is published in The Quarter(ly).Jun 19 - She has a new god by Maggie Devers: @rembrandts.cure on Instagram. Her book, For My Daughter, is out now.Ju...2025-06-2207 min
One Poem OnlyAfter I Lost Him by Barbara EhrentreuAfter I Lost Him Barbara Ehrentreu The sun still shined
Though its rays didn't warm me
Encased in my shell of grief
My body felt neither heart not cold
One entire side of me was lost
Lopsided I stayed indoors
Not attempting to face the world alone
Teetering in uneven terrain
I tried navigating by myself
Dipping my toe into the water of being alone
And gradually I mended
Put together with strands of tenderness cemented with passing timeMore from Barbara Ehrentreu ↓* @barbaraehrentreu on Instagram* You can read mo...2025-06-2101 min
One Poem OnlyHim by Christy GrangerHim Christy Granger This wasn’t supposed to happen
You were not supposed to happen
What a special ability you have
I do not trust easily
I do not trust at all
I gave up on love years ago
It was not for me
The torture it brought was too much for me
Here I am
What is happening
This is not like me
I will not fall for anyone ever again
I am a strong independent woman
What do i need a man for
For the way you make me feel
Never in my li...2025-06-2002 minThe Maggie and Perloff Show6-20-25 Maggie and Perloff Hour 2Mount Olympus: Boston. I Why Don't Teams Throw Punches Anymore? I Rafael Devers Faces The Red Sox in San Fran.2025-06-2043 min
One Poem OnlyShe has a new god by Maggie DeversShe has a new god Maggie Devers Her god is ecstatic dancing
Surrender to the music, feel the beat in your marrow, your feet planted, the earth holds you, spin with her, faster and faster, until all that remains is pure joy
Her god is Italy
Motorbikes and cycles with bells and churches with bells and 14th century art and a sore neck from looking at domes and gelato
Her god is her children
Soft bellies, chubby cheeks, that divine scent at the top of their heads, bath time, first words, crawling, walking, the rise...2025-06-1901 minThe Maggie and Perloff Show6-19-25 Maggie and Perloff Hour 2Fallout from the Rafael Devers trade. I Daily Deion: Shedeur Sanders clocked going 101 mph in a 60 mph zone. I Famous musicians from Cincinnati.2025-06-1944 min
One Poem OnlyPollen Count by Danielle Marie CahillPollen Count Danielle Marie Cahill This poem first appeared in The Quarter(ly).My computer tells me the weather
There is a high pollen count today
As if that matters deeply to someone
Imprisoned in a glass tower
At night, my daughter asks if I saw the rain
She mimics the pattering noise with her
Fingers over the mound of the duvet
I pretend I did.
The she reminds me how in February
We stuck out our tongues to feel snowflakes
Falling–so gentle and so cold
We both catch imaginary wisps for a...2025-06-1801 min
One Poem OnlySwans by Sara TeasdaleSwans Sara Teasdale 1884 – 1933 Night is over the park, and a few brave stars
Look on the lights that link it with chains of gold,
The lake bears up their reflection in broken bars
That seem to heavy for tremulous water to hold.
We watch the swans that sleep in a shadowy place,
And now and again one wakes and uplifts its head;
How still you are—your gaze is on my face—
We watch the swans and never a word is said.Submissions are open. If you have a poem you want me to rea...2025-06-1701 min
One Poem OnlyMidlife Calculus by Britt KaufmannMidlife Calculus Britt Kaufmann Edited by Dava Sobel Would that I could
measure the volume
of a glass half-fullbut the h of my being
is an unknowable variable.
Nor can I work backwards
the equation for half-lifeto account for
the value of one well-lived.
I can hope this crisis
is the midpointand that I don't outlive
the remembrance of my past
to be caught in a Möbius present.
I have learned enough, now,
to measure precisely how much it holds,
the irregular curves—
les...2025-06-1601 minThe Maggie and Perloff Show06-16-25 Maggie and Perloff Hour 1Rafael Devers gets sent in a shocking move across the country I Sox-Giants trade worse than the Luka to LA trade? I What position will Devers play in The Bay?2025-06-1643 min
Infinity Sports Minute6-16 Maggie Gray Sports Minute on the Boston Red SoxMaggie reveals her takeaways from the Rafael Devers trade.2025-06-1600 min
One Poem OnlySunday Recap & This can’t be the end of the world by Maggie DeversHere’s your recap of this week’s poems plus one new poem to carry us into the week ahead.Jun 9 - Last Fog at Sunrise by Travers Charron: @the_inkwellian on Threads, Scattering Poem Seeds on Substack. His tanka and haiku collection, Glass Shadows, is available now. Currently he is preparing his first full-length poetry collection, Thunderclap Heart, for submission later this year.Jun 10 - A Jelly-Fish by Marianne MooreJun 11 - “Tell me…” a poem by Margaux Paul: @margauxpoetry on Instagram, Margaux Paul on Substack. Her book, Unsent Letters, is out now.2025-06-1507 min
One Poem Onlythe body idea by Bree Norththe body idea Bree North I know i am not my body
But if i were
I would remember just long enough
For memory to mean imprints
I would be curious as corneas
Whiten with fear like follicles
Wired up from the inside
Disease could be free to teach me
Like feldspar fragments or meteorology
According to some holy math
And I wouldn’t even wonder about it
I would be water and dirt
That’s it.
Every hand would be the same
The same like elastic on my joggers
Plastic comb fingers
God, how i wo...2025-06-1401 min
One Poem OnlyI look for the Holy Fuck in everything I see. by Jo GuzmanI look for the Holy Fuck in everything I see. Jo Guzman —after Courtney LoveI look for the Holy Fuck in everything I see.
I wanna whisper Wow, Wow, Wow and have no idea I am even whispering it like a child
Until someone with a dick smaller than mine tells me to Shush.
I tell him to Fuck Off.
Wow me, Life!
Holy Fuck that is hot!
You with those red lips
In those vintage boots from Paris.
That time you got so fucking lost on Rue LeFebvre
And needed that da...2025-06-1302 min
One Poem OnlyHistory in Art by Maggie DeversHistory in Art Maggie Devers My husband tells me I have a twentieth century ass
And that’s a type of poem.
Rubens put touches of red on his angels' rears,
Literally rogue on cheeks
And I feel that’s what this world is missing—
More blushed bottoms
More naked debauchery
More holy stories
We laugh out loud at some of the babies,
Old man newborn is forever the haha trope,
The mortality, ever life, after life, reincarnation, universal oneness
Created for us by some Flemish dude
Appeasing his benefactor.
Before time’s up
And we walk...2025-06-1201 min
One Poem Only“Tell me…” a poem by Margaux Paul"TELL ME, WHAT IS IT YOU PLAN TO DO WITH YOUR ONE WILD AND PRECIOUS LIFE?"-Mary Oliver I plan on washing my sheets, cooking pasta, and cleaning
broken glass off the kitchen floor quickly lest it cut up any
little feet. I plan on eating peaches in the summer and
oysters only in months that end in -er because that's what
my mother taught me. I plan on making lovers out of poetry
and poetry out of lovers. I plan to eat tomato salad with
salt, oil, and hot French bread while my cousin...2025-06-1102 min
One Poem OnlyA Jelly-Fish by Marianne MooreA Jelly-Fish Marianne Moore 1887 – 1972 Visible, invisible,
A fluctuating charm,
An amber-colored amethyst
Inhabits it; your arm
Approaches, and
It opens and
It closes;
You have meant
To catch it,
And it shrivels;
You abandon
Your intent—
It opens, and it
Closes and you
Reach for it—
The blue
Surrounding it
Grows cloudy, and
It floats away
From you.Submissions are open. If you have a poem you want me to read on the podcast, now’s the time. I’m looking for the one that lights you up. The one you’re proud of...2025-06-1001 min
One Poem OnlyLast Fog at Sunrise by Travers CharronLast Fog at Sunrise Travers Charron If life stretched on forever,
would we still kneel in the wild mint
just to listen to the wind?
It’s the fire burning low
that draws us near.
The song, fading
that makes us sing.
The morning mist lifting
that reveals the deer
in the clearing.
Grief is not just absence–
it’s the overflow
of all we didn’t say,
the touch we postponed,
a life paused too long
on someday.
We are each
a breath on glass,
a shadow just beginning to fall.
One day,
we’ll rise
a...2025-06-0901 min
One Poem OnlySunday Recap & Spin the Weekend by Maggie DeversHere’s your recap of this week’s poems plus one new poem to carry us into the week ahead.Jun 2 - cream soda by Stephanie Valente, Portals on Substack, @stephanie.maria.valente on Instagram; her book, Internet Girlfriend, is out nowJun 3 - Lines Written At Thorp Green by Anne BronteJun 4 - Honey by Debbie Radford, @debbiearadford on Instagram and TikTok; her book, The Enchanted Cottage, is out nowJun 5 - Because that is all it is. by Maggie DeversJun 6 - I open a book by Joan...2025-06-0806 min
One Poem OnlyGoodnight, Yesterday by Nichole JohnsonGoodnight, Yesterday Nichole Johnson I thought
My heart might die loudly–
Thunder cracking,
Lightening
Grinding stone to sand.
But–
It is quiet.
It withers
In my ribcage,
Like a heavy fog–
The last breath
Of midnight
Softly tiptoeing
Towards dawn.More from Nichole Johnson ↓* Instagram, TikTok, Facebook, Threads* Her two books: Love, Death, and Other Distractions, a Collection of Poetry & Circling The Downward SpiralSubmissions are open. If you have a poem you want me to read on the podcast, now’s the time. I’m looking fo...2025-06-0701 min
One Poem OnlyI open a book by Joanne WitzkowskiI open a book.
One brittle flower falls,
Shudders into dust.
No flicker of flame
Could be as beautiful
and as burning
and as brief
As the memories
that perfumed powder
evokes.
- Joanne WitzkowskiMore from Joanne Witzkowski ↓* @a.wannie on Threads & InstagramSubmissions are open. If you have a poem you want me to read on the podcast, now’s the time. I’m looking for the one that lights you up. The one you’re proud of. The one you can’t read without crying. The one that makes you...2025-06-0601 min
One Poem OnlyBecause that is all it is. by Maggie DeversBecause that is all it is. Maggie Devers I want to know your process
So I can make it with you
The way you sketch until your nails are packed with graphite
And your warm hands smell of wood shavings and masking tape
I could hold them to my nose and die happy
I want to know how you change
So I can be there with you
As you chop off your hair
Let your eyebrows grow wilder and abandon heels for Birks.
Even your feet are now free
Tell me what makes your heart...2025-06-0501 min
One Poem OnlyHoney by Debbie RadfordHoney Debbie Radford Honey pools in the dip of my waist.
It flows like warm sunlight down my thighs.
Every curve a golden river,
every step a supple pour.
Like a honeycomb,
my body is textured and endless,
mailable like bees wax,
with threads of dripping sweetness
curling around my hips.
My skin gleams like amber
in the late afternoon-
something one cannot help but savor.
I wear the curves of my body
like sugar silk-
soft, lustrous, and shimmering
in a sunshine touch.
I am the sap of my creation,
overflowing in luxury
I...2025-06-0401 min
One Poem OnlyLines Written At Thorp Green by Anne BrontëLines Written At Thorp Green Anne Brontë 1820 – 1849 That summer sun, whose genial glow
Now cheers my drooping spirit so
Must cold and distant be,
And only light our northern clime
With feeble ray, before the time
I long so much to see.
And this soft whispering breeze that now
So gently cools my fevered brow,
This too, alas, must turn
To a wild blast whose icy dart
Pierces and chills me to the heart,
Before I cease to mourn.
And these bright flowers I love so well,
Verbena, rose and sweet bluebell,
Must droop and die...2025-06-0301 min
One Poem Onlycream soda by Stephanie Valentecream soda Stephanie Valente Glamor is a spell. I want to feel glamorous.
Imagine this: being born from Aphfodite’s ocean
pearls. Foamy, iridescent, shimmery, and moody
all over. I bet it’s gorgeous. It's the kind of
feeling when you take the first sip of cream
soda. That kind of confidence is the real beauty.
Honey. I was hand carved by the gods. You
can’t bring me down.More from Stephanie Valente ↓* Portals on Substack* @stephanie.maria.valente on Instagram* Her book, Internet Girlfriend, is out now...2025-06-0201 min
One Poem OnlySunday Recap & Commence by Maggie DeversHere’s your recap of this week’s poems plus one new poem to carry us into the week ahead.May 26 - St. Pancras Station, August 1915 by Vera BrittainMay 27 - The Coliseum by Edgar Allan PoeMay 28 - The garden path and all that jazz by Anisha SenGupta Yanger @anishasgyMay 29 - Did you know? by Maggie DeversMay 30 - Long, Too Long America by Walt WhitmanMay 31 - The Wish, By a Young Lady by Laetitia PilkingtonJune 1 - Commence Maggie Deve...2025-06-0107 min
One Poem OnlyThe Wish, By a Young Lady by Laetitia PilkingtonThe Wish, By a Young Lady Laetitia Pilkington 1709 – 1750 I ask not wit, nor beauty do I crave,
Nor wealth, nor pompous titles wish to have;
But since, 'tis doomed through all degrees of life,
Whether a daughter, sister, or a wife;
That females should the stronger males obey,
And yield implicit to their lordly sway;
Since this, I say, is ev'ry woman's fate,
Give me a mind to suit my slavish state.Submissions are open. If you have a poem you want me to read on the podcast, now’s the time. I’...2025-05-3101 min
One Poem OnlyLong, Too Long America by Walt WhitmanLong, Too Long America Walt Whitman 1819 – 1892 Long, too long America,
Traveling roads all even and peaceful you learn'd from joys and prosperity only,
But now, ah now, to learn from crises of anguish, advancing, grappling with direst fate and recoiling not,
And now to conceive and show to the world what your children en-masse really are,
(For who except myself has yet conceiv'd what your children en-masse really are?)Submissions are open. If you have a poem you want me to read on the podcast, now’s the time. I’m lookin...2025-05-3001 min
One Poem OnlyDid you know? by Maggie DeversDid you know? Maggie Devers The divine feminine loves to find trouble and commune
To cannonball into the pool just to make waves
And feel the splash back* Read my debut poetry book, For My Daughter* Follow me on Instagram for more poetry @rembrandts.cureSubmissions are open. If you have a poem you want me to read on the podcast, now’s the time. I’m looking for the one that lights you up. The one you’re proud of. The one you can’t read without...2025-05-2900 min
One Poem OnlyThe garden path and all that jazz by Anisha SenGupta YangerListen to Live Poetry every Wed at noon PT @rembrandts.cureFollow Anisha SenGupta Yanger @anishasgyThe garden path and all that jazz Anisha SenGupta Yanger Often enough,
the ziplock splits
the bones crash,
and I can feel the days presence all too well,
the particles of my cerebellum,
caught unawares
just like the watchtower
its not able to keep track
of the salubrious
needs and has put together
a search of sorts, futile in time,
a calibrated onset of old and new, a used photo, a preset to an onset...2025-05-2802 min
One Poem OnlyThe Coliseum by Edgar Allan PoeThe Coliseum Edgar Allan Poe 1809 – 1849 Type of the antique Rome! Rich reliquary
Of lofty contemplation left to Time
By buried centuries of pomp and power!
At length—at length—after so many days
Of weary pilgrimage and burning thirst,
(Thirst for the springs of lore that in thee lie,)
I kneel, an altered and an humble man,
Amid thy shadows, and so drink within
My very soul thy grandeur, gloom, and glory!
Vastness! and Age! and Memories of Eld!
Silence! and Desolation! and dim Night!
I feel ye now—I feel ye in your strength—
O spells m...2025-05-2703 min
One Poem OnlySt. Pancras Station, August 1915 by Vera BrittainSt. Pancras Station, August 1915 Vera Brittain 1893 – 1970 One long, sweet kiss pressed close upon my lips,
One moment's rest on your swift-beating heart,
And all was over, for the hour had come
For us to part.
A sudden forward motion of the train,
The world grown dark although the sun still shone,
One last blurred look through aching tear-dimmed eyes—
And you were gone.Submissions are open. If you have a poem you want me to read on the podcast, now’s the time. I’m looking for the one that lights you up...2025-05-2601 min
One Poem OnlySunday Recap & She was in her prime by Maggie DeversHere’s your recap of this week’s poems plus one new poem to carry us into the week ahead.May 19 - Fides, Spes by Willa CatherMay 20 - Love by Elizabeth Barrett BrowningMay 21 - Storm Chaser by Melanie HessMay 22 - During this year's lunar eclipse by Maggie DeversMay 23 - The Visionary by Emily BrontëMay 24 - Spring Storm by William Carlos WilliamsMay 25 - She was in her prime Maggie Devers She was in her prime
And she k...2025-05-2507 min
One Poem OnlySpring Storm by William Carlos WilliamsSpring Storm William Carlos Williams 1883 – 1963 The sky has given over
its bitterness.
Out of the dark change
all day long
rain falls and falls
as if it would never end.
Still the snow keeps
its hold on the ground.
But water, water
from a thousand runnels!
It collects swiftly,
dappled with black
cuts a way for itself
through green ice in the gutters.
Drop after drop it falls
from the withered grass-stems
of the overhanging embankment.Submissions are open. If you have a poem you want me to read on the podcast, now’s th...2025-05-2401 min
One Poem OnlyThe Visionary by Emily BrontëThe Visionary Emily Brontë 1818 – 1848 Silent is the house: all are laid asleep:
One alone looks out o’er the snow-wreaths deep,
Watching every cloud, dreading every breeze
That whirls the wildering drift, and bends the groaning trees.
Cheerful is the hearth, soft the matted floor;
Not one shivering gust creeps through pane or door;
The little lamp burns straight, its rays shoot strong and far:
I trim it well, to be the wanderer’s guiding-star.
Frown, my haughty sire! chide, my angry dame!
Set your slaves to spy; threaten me with shame:
But neither sire nor dam...2025-05-2302 min
One Poem OnlyDuring this year's lunar eclipse by Maggie DeversDuring this year's lunar eclipse Maggie Devers I misplaced my shot glass
And over-poured my negronis
Or what's it called with port instead of vermouth?
It doesn't really matter.
We floated on together
I booked tickets for Disneyland
And wrote stories that confused me
The next morning
It doesn't really matter.
Except I woke up thirsty
Me, perpetually thirsty
Soaking up the water
And drowning myself in gin
Wherever you go, there you are
So they say.
So here I am
Pulled by the moon
Like the ocean's tides
Feeling out of control
In these...2025-05-2201 min
One Poem OnlyStorm Chaser by Melanie HessListen to Live Poetry every Wed at noon PT @rembrandts.cureFollow Melanie Hess @alohamonkeyHer poetry book: Bread and BoneStorm Chaser Melanie Hess last week the riverbed cracked,
its veins like autumn leaves,
plows and combines idle in fields
dinosaurs on the verge of extinction
my joints simmer
with arms and legs splayed star-shaped
in an old plantation rocker
I imagine the wettest place on earth
and watch a scout ant migrate up the kitchen tap
in search of water for the queen
the sky shifts mood
...2025-05-2101 min
One Poem OnlyLove by Elizabeth Barrett BrowningLove Elizabeth Barrett Browning 1806 – 1861 We cannot live, except thus mutually
We alternate, aware or unaware,
The reflex act of life: and when we bear
Our virtue onward most impulsively,
Most full of invocation, and to be
Most instantly compellant, certes, there
We live most life, whoever breathes most air
And counts his dying years by sun and sea.
But when a soul, by choice and conscience, doth
Throw out her full force on another soul,
The conscience and the concentration both make
mere life, Love. For Life in perfect whole
And aim consummated, is Love in...2025-05-2001 min
One Poem OnlyFides, Spes by Willa CatherFides, Spes Willa Cather 1873 – 1947 Joy is come to the little
Everywhere;
Pink to the peach and pink to the apple,
White to the pear.
Stars are come to the dogwood,
Astral, pale;
Mists are pink on the red-bud,
Veil after veil.
Flutes for the feathery locusts,
Soft as spray;
Tongues of the lovers for chestnuts, poplars,
Babbling May.
Yellow plumes for the willows’
Wind-blown hair;
Oak trees and sycamores only
Comfortless bare.
Sore from steel and the watching,
Somber and old,—
Wooing robes for the beeches, larches,
Splashed with gold;
Breath o’ love to the lilac,
...2025-05-1901 min
One Poem OnlySunday Recap & Proportions by Maggie DeversHere’s your recap of this week’s poems plus one new poem to carry us into the week ahead.May 12 - We never know how high we are (1176) by Emily DickinsonMay 13 - The Dream by Edna St. Vincent MillayMay 14 - Letter #14 of 36 from The Marilyn Rising: Letters to Marilyn by GiGiMay 15 - Brood by Maggie DeversMay 16 - Verse for a Certain Dog by Dorothy ParkerMay 17 - Dewdrops by Myra Viola WildsMay 18 - Proportions Maggie Devers I...2025-05-1807 min
One Poem OnlyDewdrops by Myra Viola WildsDewdrops Myra Viola Wilds Watch the dewdrops in the morning,
Shake their little diamond heads,
Sparkling, flashing, ever moving,
From their silent little beds.
See the grass! Each blade is brightened,
Roots are strengthened by their stay;
Like the dewdrops, let us scatter
Gems of love along the way.Submissions are open. If you have a poem you want me to read on the podcast, now’s the time. I’m looking for the one that lights you up. The one you’re proud of. The one you can’t read without...2025-05-1701 min
One Poem OnlyVerse for a Certain Dog by Dorothy ParkerVerse for a Certain Dog Dorothy Parker 1893 – 1967 Such glorious faith as fills your limpid eyes,
Dear little friend of mine, I never knew.
All-innocent are you, and yet all-wise.
(For heaven’s sake, stop worrying that shoe!)
You look about, and all you see is fair;
This mighty globe was made for you alone.
Of all the thunderous ages, you’re the heir.
(Get off the pillow with that dirty bone!)
A skeptic world you face with steady gaze;
High in young pride you hold your noble head;
Gayly you meet the rush of roaring days.
...2025-05-1602 min
One Poem OnlyBrood by Maggie DeversBrood Maggie Devers The three hens at my daughter’s school
Are oblivious to egg prices
Concerned with lunch scraps
And the stray termite
And their stair perch when the sun dips low
I wonder how they spend evenings and weekends
If they miss the sound of childsong
Or the Sunday scaries set in
I imagine they commune with their comrades
Offer jokes and such for trade
My daughter assures me chickens dislike the mud
And I'm inclined to believe her* Read my debut poetry book, For My Daughter* Follow me on...2025-05-1501 min
One Poem OnlyLetter #14 of 36 from "The Marilyn Rising: Letters to Marilyn" by GiGiListen to Live Poetry every Wed at noon PT @rembrandts.cure Follow Gigi @thegigirising Her poetry books:The Marilyn Rising: Letters to MarilynThe Scorpio RisingLetter #14 of 36 from The Marilyn Rising: Letters to Marilyn GiGi Dearest Marilyn,
Why didn't you speak up? Why didn't you say something?
All of the moments where you kept silence as your secret lover, why didn't you just scream?!
I'm just now learning that my rage is sacred so, pardon me for wanting to power through these pages with...2025-05-1403 min
One Poem OnlyThe Dream by Edna St. Vincent MillayThe Dream Edna St. Vincent Millay 1892 – 1950 Love, if I weep it will not matter,
And if you laugh I shall not care;
Foolish am I to think about it,
But it is good to feel you there.
Love, in my sleep I dreamed of waking, —
White and awful the moonlight reached
Over the floor, and somewhere, somewhere,
There was a shutter loose, —it screeched!
Swung in the wind, — and no wind blowing! —
I was afraid, and turned to you,
Put out my hand to you for comfort, —
And you were gone! Cold, cold as dew,
Under my han...2025-05-1301 min
One Poem OnlyWe never know how high we are (1176) by Emily DickinsonWe never know how high we are (1176) Emily Dickinson 1830 – 1886 We never know how high we are
Till we are called to rise;
And then, if we are true to plan,
Our statures touch the skies—
The Heroism we recite
Would be a daily thing,
Did not ourselves the Cubits warp
For fear to be a King—Submissions are open. If you have a poem you want me to read on the podcast, now’s the time. I’m looking for the one that lights you up. The one you’re proud of. The one...2025-05-1201 min
One Poem OnlySunday Recap & Mother by Maggie DeversHere’s your recap of this week’s poems plus one new poem to carry us into the week ahead. May 5 - How often we greet each other with worries by Maggie Devers May 6 - Renewal of Strength by Frances Ellen Watkins Harper May 7 - For My Daughter by Maggie Devers May 8 - Held by Maggie Devers May 9 - Circe by H.D. May 10 - What the Thrush Said by John Keats May 11 - Mother by Maggie Devers Submissions are open. If you have...2025-05-1106 min
One Poem OnlyWhat the Thrush Said by John KeatsWhat the Thrush Said John Keats 1795 –1821 O Thou whose face hath felt the Winter’s wind,
Whose eye has seen the snow-clouds hung in mist,
And the black elm tops ’mong the freezing stars,
To thee the spring will be a harvest-time.
O thou, whose only book has been the light
Of supreme darkness which thou feddest on
Night after night when Phœbus was away,
To thee the Spring shall be a triple morn.
O fret not after knowledge—I have none,
And yet my song comes native with the warmth.
O fret not after kno...2025-05-1001 min
One Poem OnlyCirce by H.D.Circe H.D. 1886 – 1961 It was easy enough
to bend them to my wish,
it was easy enough
to alter them with a touch,
but you
adrift on the great sea,
how shall I call you back?
Cedar and white ash,
rock-cedar and sand plants
and tamarisk
red cedar and white cedar
and black cedar from the inmost forest,
fragrance upon fragrance
and all of my sea-magic is for nought.
It was easy enough—
a thought called them
from the sharp edges of the earth;
they prayed for a touch,
they cried for the sight of my f...2025-05-0902 minThe Maggie and Perloff Show5-9-25 Maggie and Perloff Hour 4Warriors' loyalty to Draymond Green I "Higher ups" at UNC are responsible for the Hudson ban, says Torre I Rafael Devers wasn't happy about moving from third base to designated hitter. How did it work out when the Sox asked him to move from DH to first base?2025-05-0944 min
One Poem OnlyHeld by Maggie DeversHeld Maggie Devers The sweetest meat is closest to the bone
The most tender, the most true
The tissue there is hardest to reach,
To manipulate from the outside.
If you squeezed my arm
How much bone would you feel?
Would the flesh push back
And guard my depths?
The fruit around the mango pit is sinewy
Unless it’s overripe,
Then it melts into your mouth.* Read my debut poetry book, For My Daughter* Follow me on Instagram for more poetry @rembrandts.cureSubmissions are open. If you ha...2025-05-0801 min
One Poem OnlyFor My Daughter by Maggie DeversFor My Daughter by Maggie Devers Chop off my head and put it on your shield.
I will protect you until the day I die
And all the days after that.
You think I would let anything harm the perfection that sprang from my body?
That force that is me and infinitely you at the same time?
There is nothing in the world that could destroy us,
Not when a mere glance can turn men to stone.* Read my debut poetry book, For My Daughter* Follow me on Instagram for more...2025-05-0701 min
One Poem OnlyRenewal of Strength by Frances Ellen Watkins HarperRenewal of Strength Frances Ellen Watkins Harper 1825 – 1911 The prison-house in which I live
Is falling to decay,
But God renews my spirit’s strength
Within these walls of clay.
For me a dimness slowly creeps
Around earth’s fairest light,
But heaven grows clearer to my view,
And fairer to my sight.
It may be earth’s sweet harmonies
Are duller to my ear,
But music from my Father’s house
Begins to float more near.
Then let the pillars of my home
Crumble and fall away;
Lo, God’s dear love within my soul
Renews it da...2025-05-0601 min
One Poem OnlyHow often we greet each other with worries by Maggie DeversHow often we greet each other with worries by Maggie Devers I went to the wilderness to escape
And there are worries there too.
Caterpillars falling from their tree
Before their chrysalis is complete
My weekend project was to save them,
But not everybody makes it—
There's a worry tied to us like an anchor,
How quickly we would sink once we stropped struggling—
We lost one to the river
A few were squished
And one got too close to the coffee pot.
That will stick with me
But I saw butterflies too,
And in a fe...2025-05-0501 min
One Poem OnlyA Lady by Amy LowellA Lady by Amy Lowell 1874 – 1925 You are beautiful and faded,
Like an old opera tune
Played upon a harpsichord;
Or like the sun-flooded silks
Of an eighteenth-century boudoir. In your eyes
Smoulder the fallen roses of outlived minutes,
And the perfume of your soul
Is vague and suffusing,
With the pungence of sealed spice-jars.
Your half-tones delight me,
And I grow mad with gazing
At your blent colors.
My vigor is a new-minted penny,
Which I cast at your feet.
Gather it up from the dust
That its sparkle may amuse you.Submissions ar...2025-05-0401 min
One Poem OnlyRadical by Marianne MooreRadical by Marianne Moore 1887 – 1972 Tapering
to a point, conserving everything,
this carrot is predestined to be thick.
The world is
but a circumstance, a mis-
erable corn-patch for its feet. With ambition,
imagination, outgrowth,
nutriment,
with everything crammed belligerent-
ly inside itself, its fibres breed mon-
opoly —
a tail-like, wedge-shaped engine with the
secret of expansion, fused with intensive heat
to the color of the set-
ting sun and
stiff. For the man in the straw hat, stand-
ing still and turning to look back at it —
as much as
to say my happiest moment has
...2025-05-0301 min
One Poem OnlyWho Has Seen the Wind? by Christina RossettiWho Has Seen the Wind Christina Rossetti 1830 – 1894 Who has seen the wind?
Neither I nor you.
But when the leaves hang trembling,
The wind is passing through.
Who has seen the wind?
Neither you nor I.
But when the trees bow down their heads,
The wind is passing by.Submissions are open. If you have a poem you want me to read on the podcast, now’s the time. I’m looking for the one that lights you up. The one you’re proud of. The one you can’t read without cr...2025-05-0200 min
One Poem OnlyThe Spark by Maggie DeversAsking the age old question, where do we start?The Spark by Maggie Devers I try to think where her story starts.
When I went to my parents' for the weekend
And the Labrador could smell her
And for the first time in her dog life, didn’t jump on me
Or when I met her father
And we kissed on our first date
At the cowboy bar that's burned down twice now,
Or when we named her
And whispered her into my womb
On an island far from here
Or when she ju...2025-05-0101 min
One Poem OnlyAnnouncing One Poem OnlyStarting May 1.Submissions are open. If you have a poem you want me to read on the podcast, now’s the time. I’m looking for the one that lights you up. The one you’re proud of. The one you can’t read without crying. The one that makes you feel something big.Let’s make space for the one this Fall on One Poem Only.Deadline is Thursday, July 31. 🍎 Submit Here 🍎 This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscriber...2025-04-3001 min
Fred LeFebvre and the Morning NewsLets talk Skirt The Issue at the Zepf CenterZepf Center is repeating its very successful fundraiser “Don’t Skirt the Issue – Help” on Friday, October 20 at the Zepf Community Center, 2272 Collingwood Blvd. All proceeds are directed towards developing housing specifically for mothers, allowing them to continue working on their recovery without being separated from their children, the #1 reason why women leave treatment. Last year almost $30,000 was raised for this project.“Don’t Skirt the Issue – Help” is an evening of music, friends, and fun at the Zepf Community Center featuring Glass City Talent 419 and Guy in the 419 - Pat McCarty. Emcees for the evening include Melissa Voetsch -13 ABC...2018-09-1907 min