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Maggie Devers

A daily reading. A quiet moment. One poem, center stage: just for now, just for you. A one-night-only show, in verse. I'm Maggie Devers, and each day I'll read you one poem—nothing more, nothing less. No analysis, no noise—just a little space to listen. Come back tomorrow. The curtain rises again.

  1. 2D AGO

    “My heart is a museum of every person I’ve ever loved” by Megan Phillips

    “My heart is a museum of every person I’ve ever loved” Megan Phillips My heart is a museum of every person I’ve ever lovedMy Dad’s birthday is national start over dayYesterday I told the ocean that I would let go of all the victim bullshitI would let the past me be in the rearviewI will be new after washing my feet in the sandVenus, I said,I will have more funAnd loveAnd I won’t be bitter and sadAbout what I don’t haveI will appreciate being 34 and on vacation with my husband aloneI will appreciate the new pet sitter who I know will train my dog I will appreciate the rabbits I saw 3-4 times this weekI will appreciate the small crab on the beach who was walked on but god damn it, he livedMy heart is a museum of every person I’ve ever loved His Mom is Portmeirion plates and ‘Hey there Delilah” Because she thought it reminded her of usWhich made no damn sense but it’s her song nowMy heart is a museum of every person I’ve ever lovedMy grandfather it’s coffee shops and poppiesMy grandmother it’s yellow daffodils cigarettes and knit sweatersMy mom is MAC Red lipstickMy Dad is tanned freckled skinMy husband is blue eyes and big handsMore from Megan Phillips ↓ @metaphor_megg on InstagramHer book, Uncomfortably Present, is available now. Mentioned in this episode: Join the mailing list to be the first to know when OPO submissions open ⬇️ 🖋️ Read My Newsletter: Free Flow 🖋️

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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. I'm Maggie Devers, and each day I'll read you one poem—nothing more, nothing less. No analysis, no noise—just a little space to listen. Come back tomorrow. The curtain rises again.