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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 currently closed. Check back soon to hear when they open. Sign up for the latest alerts: maggie-devers.mailerpage.io 🍎 This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with...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 currently closed. Check back soon to hear when they open. Sign up for the latest alerts: maggie-devers.mailerpage.io 🍎 This is...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 currently closed. Check back soon to hear when they open. Sign up for the latest alerts: maggie-devers.mailerpage.io 🍎 This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit rembrandtscure.substack.com2025-06-0601 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 currently closed. Check back soon to hear when they open. Sign up for the latest alerts: maggie-devers.mailerpage.io 🍎 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 currently closed. Check back soon to hear when they open. Sign up for the latest alerts: maggie-devers.mailerpage.io 🍎 This...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 backSubmissions are currently closed. Check back soon to hear when they open. Sign up for the latest alerts: maggie-devers.mailerpage.io 🍎 This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit rembrandtscure.substack.com2025-05-2900 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.Yes, I take submissions. You can fill out the form on my website: maggie-devers.mailerpage.io This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this...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.Yes, I take submissions. You can fill out the form on my website: maggie-devers.mailerpage.io 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.Yes, I take submissions. You can fill out the form on my website: https://maggie-devers.mailerpage.io This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit rembrandtscure.substack...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 herYes, I take submissions. You can fill out the form on my we...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 MarilynGiGiDearest 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—Yes, I take submissions. You can fill out the form on my website: https://maggie-devers.mailerpage.io This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access...2025-05-1201 min
One Poem OnlyMother 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 Yes, I take submissions. You can...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.CirceH.D. 1886 – 1961It 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 min
Infinity Sports Minute5-9 Maggie Gray Sports Minute on Rafael DeversMaggie says issues with Rafael Devers stems from a culture problem in Boston.2025-05-0900 min
The 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.Yes, I take submissions. You can fill out the form on my website: https://maggie-devers.mailerpage.io This is a public episode. If yo...2025-05-0801 min
One Poem OnlyFor My Daughter by Maggie DeversFor My Daughterby Maggie DeversChop 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.Yes, I take submissions. You can fill out the form on my website: https://maggie-devers.mailerpage...2025-05-0701 min
One Poem OnlyRenewal of Strength by Frances Ellen Watkins HarperRenewal of Strength Frances Ellen Watkins Harper 1825 – 1911The 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 worriesby Maggie DeversI 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 Ladyby 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.Yes, I...2025-05-0401 min
One Poem OnlyRadical by Marianne MooreRadicalby 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 WindChristina 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.Yes, I take submissions. You can fill out the form on my website: https://maggie-devers.mailerpage.io This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit rembrandtscure.substack.co2025-05-0200 min
One Poem OnlyThe Spark by Maggie DeversAsking the age old question, where do we start?The Sparkby Maggie DeversI 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.Yes, I take submissions! You can fill out the form on my website: maggie-devers.mailerpage.io This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit rembrandtscure.substack.com2025-04-3001 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