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Maggie Devers
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A daily reading. A quiet moment. One poem, center stage: just for now, just for you. A one-night-only show, in verse. Come back tomorrow. The curtain rises again.

  1. Writing Love Poems to the NASA Artist’s Concept by Maggie Devers & Weekly Poetry Recap | One Poem More

    17H AGO

    Writing Love Poems to the NASA Artist’s Concept by Maggie Devers & Weekly Poetry Recap | One Poem More

    One Poem More gathers all of this week’s poems from One Poem Only—an unhurried chance to listen again, or catch what you missed. This week’s poemsEvery Cell Misses You by Dolon PramanikButterflied, oh by Yonsiri RojasYou’ll Hear Music by Chandra Tyler MountainPatience by Ayesha KhalidLost Bond by Pinky Faith OkaforLove Song by Dorothy Parker Plus one new one to carry us into the week ahead Writing Love Poems to the NASA Artist’s ConceptMaggie DeversHow small we are,How infinitesimally small,And yet I am hereWriting this down so you may read it10 years from now, or a hundred,Or never.Is never the same as zero?What if every breath is a big bangThe end of one universeAnd the beginning of another?Galaxies live in your voiceEchoing through the walls, off the wallsIn the space between your ribsI hear youI see youOnceTwiceForeverAnd it’s never enough.More from Maggie Devers ↓ My debut poetry collection, For My Daughter, available as an audiobook.Purchase a signed copy of For My Daughter or get one free by subscribing to the podcast: One Poem Only on PatreonFollow me on Instagram for more poetry @rembrandts.cure More from this week’s poets Find links to each poet’s work, books, and social accounts in the show notes for the individual episodes. Support + Stay Connected to...

    9 min

  2. 1D AGO

    Love Song by Dorothy Parker | One Poem Only

    One Poem Only is a daily ritual: one poem, center stage, just for now. Love Song Dorothy Parker My own dear love, he is strong and boldAnd he cares not what comes after.His words ring sweet as a chime of gold,And his eyes are lit with laughter.He is jubilant as a flag unfurled—Oh, a girl, she’d not forget him.My own dear love, he is all my world,—And I wish I’d never met him.My love, he’s mad, and my love, he’s fleet,And a wild young wood-thing bore him!The ways are fair to his roaming feet,And the skies are sunlit for him.As sharply sweet to my heart he seemsAs the fragrance of acacia.My own dear love, he is all my dreams,—And I wish he were in Asia.My love runs by like a day in June,And he makes no friends of sorrows.He’ll tread his galloping rigadoonIn the pathway of the morrows.He’ll live his days where the sunbeams start,Nor could storm or wind uproot him.My own dear love, he is all my heart,—And I wish somebody’d shoot him.More from Dorothy Parker ↓ This poem is from Dorothy Parker's collection, Enough Rope, published in 1926. Support + Stay Connected to OPO If you’d like to support the show, Substack and Patreon members receive a copy of my book, For My Daughter, along with episodes from the audiobook. Poetry slows us down. Thank you for listening.

    2 min

  3. 2D AGO

    Lost Bond by Pinky Faith Okafor | One Poem Only

    One Poem Only is a daily poetry podcast offering a quiet moment with a single poem—read aloud, without analysis or noise. Lost Bond Pinky Faith Okafor There are stories the world claims to tell, Yet, we do not hear. Stories of girls denied the gift of learning, Who live through nightmares and are not allowed to dream. Of salma–12 who watches her uncle close a business deal behind closed doors Scrubbing the blood of strangers two weeks later was how she learned It was her future which was traded. Of preta–22, Dragged into a corner by 5 boys, Who walked away with her smile and her voice. Now she stands by her window every night, Talking to the moon This is the only way she feels heard. Of every girl in my country who walks down the hill Before the sun even rises, Carrying a heavy container,And a heavier heart.dreams of desks and blackboards,Her childhood is passingOne chore, one silence, one sacrifice at a timeNo one asksNo one caresAnd when bad things happen, they ask,"What were you wearing,?""Where were you going?""Who did you go to see?"Instead of saying,"This shouldn't have happened to you."They clap for us on special daysGirl's day, women's dayBut forget to lend us a hand on all the other daysWhen we need it the most.And now,all I have to say is this:We will continue to stand tall,to dream without feareven when our dreams seem small.We will speak out,even if our voices still shake.Because silence is never an optionWe are not weak,And we will tell our stories with our own lips.More from Pinky Faith Okafor ↓ @_pinkythepoet on Instagram Support + Stay Connected to OPO If you’d like to support the show, Substack and Patreon members receive a copy of my book, For My Daughter, along with episodes from the audiobook. Poetry slows us down. Thank you for listening.

    2 min

  4. 3D AGO

    Patience by Ayesha Mohal | One Poem Only

    A daily reading from One Poem Only—a quiet space for a single poem, read aloud. PatienceAyesha MohalYes, you need patience,The patience of a steadfast tree,In autumn, it lets its leaves go free.Believing, not hoping alone,In spring, he will have grown.No one sits beneath the tree,Yet soon, they will come to see.Look, the birds are drawing near.Yes! yes! yes! Spring is here.Everyone is happy and free,Yes, you need patience,The patience of a steadfast treeMore from Ayesha Mohal ↓ @ayeshah.writes on Instagram@ayeshamohal on SubstackHer book, Bitter Sip, is available now. Support + Stay Connected to OPO If you’d like to support the show, Substack and Patreon members receive a copy of my book, For My Daughter, along with episodes from the audiobook. Poetry slows us down. Thank you for listening.

    1 min
  5. You’ll Hear Music by Chandra Tyler Mountain | Wednesday Double Feature | One Poem Only

    4D AGO

    You’ll Hear Music by Chandra Tyler Mountain | Wednesday Double Feature | One Poem Only

    Wednesdays on One Poem Only are a double feature: one poem here on the podcast, and one more by the same poet shared on Instagram. You’ll Hear MusicChandra Tyler MountainThis poem is included in the 2024-25 Stafford Challenge Anthology. If you listen closely—you’ll hear the music in the quiet humming,pulses and surges of electricity,moving through uswith light and energy.If you listen closely—you’ll hear the music in the windwhistling softly, making its way through,carrying seeds of hopefor a tomorrow that will surely come.If you listen closely—you’ll hear the music in the stately elms and oaksplanning for a winterof full exposure:cold days, stark nights.If you listen closely—you’ll hear the music in the private chirpsof the feathered ones who remainto brave the winter and feast on songs of insectsburied deep in the cold, hard earth.If you listen closely—you’ll hear the music in the laughter of childrenfrolicking in the last remaining days of sunbefore the arctic breeze pushes us behind closed doorsto seek other sources of warmth.If you listen closely—you’ll hear the music in the beating of your own heartin tune with blessing and grief,singing back to you:all is well; all is well.More from Chandra Tyler Mountain ↓ @musings.from.my.grown.self on InstagramHer books, Sacred Water: Scripture Haiku for Those Who Thirst, and Musings from My Younger Self, are available now. Watch the Second Poem You can watch and listen to another poem by Chandra as part of our Wednesday double feature on Instagram at @rembrandts.cure. Support + Stay Connected to OPO If you’d like to support the show, Substack and Patreon members receive a copy of my book, For My Daughter, along with episodes from the audiobook. Two poems. One poet. Let the words keep moving.

    2 min

  6. 5D AGO

    Butterflied, oh by Yonsiri Rojas

    One Poem Only is a daily ritual: one poem, center stage, just for now. Butterflied, ohYonsiri RojasIfish-eyed, butterflied collectionof furrowed bones composed of dustand glitter scattered throughout the meadowthe gray-hued calcium boughs quiverat the poisonous, foetid breath of their beast…a skin sack stuffed with long rancid meat;sheathed in tettered flesh, a macheteIIa blood-colored glass of somethinghails onto the peppermint braids of greeneryaltogether the beasts croon about glory, thorns, warsfortresses built off your pearly lament sprout from the landmoonlight bathes the so-called clique of controlas merciful - but cunning - death abates the tempest.More from Yonsiri Rojas ↓ @lvrimar and @florerlia on Instagram@lvrimar on Substack Support + Stay Connected to OPO If you’d like to support the show, Substack and Patreon members receive a copy of my book, For My Daughter, along with episodes from the audiobook. Poetry slows us down. Thank you for listening.

    1 min

  7. 6D AGO

    Every Cell Misses You by Dolon Pramanik | One Poem Only

    One Poem Only is a daily poetry podcast offering a quiet moment with a single poem—read aloud, without analysis or noise. Every Cell Misses YouDolon PramanikEvery single cell in my body calls your name.It’s like they all know who they belong to.When you’re near, they hum quietly,like a song only I can feel.When you’re far,they scream —they ache.My heart tries to stay strong,but it beats too fast when I think of you.Sometimes it skips,like it forgot how to live without your rhythm.My lungs struggle too —they fill with your memory,and when I breathe out,it hurts to let you go.My stomach twists when I miss you,it forgets what comfort feels like.My hands reach out for nothing,and my skin burnsfrom the space where your touch should be.My eyes get tired from searching for youin every shadow,every crowd,every dream.I am made of you now —you live in my blood,my bones,my breath.You are in the tiny, invisible pieces of methat keep me alive.And when you’re gone,those pieces cry out —they ache like broken glass inside me.I’d do anything for you.Anything to see you happy,anything to make you stay.Because loving youis not just in my heart —it’s in every part of me.And missing youfeels like my bodyforgetting how to live.More from Dolon Pramanik ↓ @chitrangi_dolon on Instagram Support + Stay Connected to OPO If you’d like to support the show, Substack and Patreon members receive a copy of my book, For My Daughter, along with episodes from the audiobook. Poetry slows us down. Thank you for listening.

    2 min

  8. FEB 8

    Sunday Recap & All the Words for Blue by Maggie Devers

    Here’s your recap of this week’s poems plus one new poem to carry us into the week ahead.Feb 2 Light by Shannon West @shannonswriting on Instagram. Feb 3 The Cloak of Quiet Light by Dorothy Howls @thehumanspell on Instagram. Feb 4 Dreams by Cecilia Knight @ceciliaknightpoems on Instagram. Her book, The Burning Pages, is available now. Listen to me read Treasures by Cecilia on Instagram @rembrandts.cure. Feb 5 On My Own by Srishti Jain @thesocialsaunter on Instagram. Feb 6 glass half by Michaela Godding @michaelagodding on Instagram. Her book, The Year Our Grandmothers Died, is available now. Feb 7 Magnetism by Emma Lazarus Feb 8 All the Words for BlueMaggie DeversI press pencils between my toesTo loosen the webbing holding me togetherYou must breathe into the pressure, diaphragmaticallyThe way that word rolls out, just like that, diaphragmaticallyMine is weak from holding my breath all my lifeI forgot how to open my back and make room for airI forgot how to expandBut I’m learningOn the exhale, I imagine smog spewing out my noseI feel fresh like LA after the rainWith the sky that perfect blue,Azzurro, they call it in ItalianOf course a country of painters has a bountyOf words for blueBlu, celeste, turchinoTrue blue, baby blue, sea blueAzzurroTo hold an understanding of color,To know the truth of blueHelps me breatheMore from Maggie Devers ↓ span class="ql-ui"...

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A daily reading. A quiet moment. One poem, center stage: just for now, just for you. A one-night-only show, in verse. Come back tomorrow. The curtain rises again.

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  • Creator
    Maggie Devers
  • Years Active
    2025 - 2026
  • Episodes
    301
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    Explicit
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    © Maggie Devers
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