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One Poem Only

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.

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00:28

Morning Magic by Maggie Devers - For My Daughter

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2025/12/06

Morning Magic Maggie DeversA princess sits at the edge of my bedTelling fantastical stories,My sleepy head tripping over the details But in line with the nuance.She prattles like a caffeinated sage,Wisdom seeping out of jumbled phrases,Bits of stories, weaving togetherHer dreams, desires, realities.It’s all the same,She speaks her life.

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01:47

Hearthside by Dorothy Parker

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2025/12/06

Hearthside Dorothy Parker Half across the world from me Lie the lands I'll never see- I, whose longing lives and dies Where a ship has sailed away; I, that never close my eyes But to look upon Cathay.Things I may not know nor tell Wait, where older waters swell; Ways that flowered at Sappho's tread, Winds that sighed in Homer's strings, Vibrant with the singing dead, Golden with the dust of wings.Under deeper skies than mine, Quiet valleys dip and shine. Where their tender grasses heal Ancient scars

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01:10

Baby Book by Maggie Devers - For My Daughter

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2025/12/05

Baby BookMaggie DeversI didn’t make my daughter a baby book,I wrote her weird poems instead.I can hear her explaining this to her friends,“There’s no scrapbook full of memoriesBut there is a special poem about me being Athena, and one about my birth, and when I was conceived.My parents named me after a fancy hotel.”Dear God, what have I done?I’m that mom,The unhinged mom that really should know better.We don’t have annual professional photos in matching outfits,Just the ones we take, that stop time

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00:52

Of Course by Maggie Devers - For My Daughter

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2025/12/04

Of CourseMaggie DeversHer feet were purple when she was born,The cord pinned between her shoulder and me.Half a dozen extra doctors and nurses had converged in the room moments before,All of me open to all of themAs my doctor, the one I started with so many weeks ago,Back when she told me they don’t use the tongs anymore,Suction cupped her tiny head and yanked,I breathed,And the baby entered this world with a mighty howl.In seconds all the contingency actors vanished.The center of the room, the

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00:44

First Blood by Maggie Devers - For My Daughter

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2025/12/03

First Blood Maggie Devers I remember the first blood of her,The implant blood they call it.It was possible I was pregnant,We had laughed about it in Malta a few days and half a world away ago,Sitting on our private balcony in a walled city,Drinking a bottle of wine as a cart pulled by a horse strolled by.We’ll call her Xara, we said, for the hotel built into the battlements where she was conceived.The strength of old stone and softness of embossed butter at breakfast were a foretellingOf the child

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00:30

For My Daughter - Title Poem

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2025/12/02

For My Daughter Maggie Devers Chop off my head and put it on your shield.I will protect you until the day I dieAnd 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.

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02:00

my throat makes by atm.itm

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2025/12/02

my throat makes atm.itm corridors into cloth carries shimmering light i have forgotten how fabric can be light as light stitches from hands i have not met rest lightly on my shoulder it is the words hard to say that stick to my mind it is your words that do not know how to die make me sing out wretched and loud i strain them against the current currently shaking into sea salty and rocky my throat feels the bulge of the apple cork stuck inside i hope you’ll still hear me my throat makes sounds i am

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00:42

For My Daughter Audiobook Intro

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2025/12/01

The audiobook of For My Daughter releases 12-12. Listen to a poem a day from the book by subscribing to One Poem Only.

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01:55

Timeline by Quinn Holm

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2025/12/01

Timeline Quinn Holm I wrote Spring in WinterI wrote Winter in Summerand Fall somewhere in betweenthe changing weatherThe nature in me has its own seasonsI’m not afraid of being forgottenfor my being needs no outside opinionsThings used-to-be and mistakenno longer have a place in my present Long gone was their influence on my emotions I’m now loved and nurtured, every momentThe universe in me creates its own timelineThe inner reservoir in this child’s eyesmasters the healing and grows with pride as

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02:36

How Clear She Shines by Emily Brontë

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2025/11/29

How Clear She Shines Emily Brontë How clear she shines! How quietlyI lie beneath her guardian light;While heaven and earth are whispering me,"To morrow, wake, but dream to-night."Yes, Fancy, come, my Fairy love!These throbbing temples softly kiss;And bend my lonely couch above,And bring me rest, and bring me bliss.The world is going; dark world, adieu!Grim world, conceal thee till the day;The heart thou canst not all subdueMust still resist, if thou delay!Thy love I will not, will not share;Thy

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01:36

Winter nights, burning cinder. by Sierra sylvie

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2025/11/25

Winter nights, burning cinder.Sierra sylvie As I lie here with eyes that , Glint while the cinder burns each memory softly. As I lie here withthose eyes that , Soar across every memory longing to be embraced.As I lie here with a body , Longing to be worshippedAs I lie here with the body ,Of rusted skin from the torrent of tears .As I lie here with a soul , Suffering from the resentment of an eclipse As I lie here with a soul , striving to cherish the thistle garden of heart.As I lie here with an

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01:29

Moonborn by Aura Guerra-Artola

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2025/11/24

Moonborn Aura Guerra-Artola I am the Moon’s daughter. Forever shifting roomswithin the skin I call home.My light has crossed the tides, so have my shadows. I leave pieces— memory like bark, fallen between full and hollow.I lay in the hands of the earthwhat in mine has completedits cycle—in case she willsthat it might bloom anewfor someone else. More from Aura Guerra-Artola ↓@g.a.aura on InstagramHer book, How to Live with a Cat on Your Chest and a Whale in Your Heart, is out nowMentioned in this

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02:28

Loneliness is a strange dopamine by Dipanwita Dey

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2025/11/20

Loneliness is a strange dopamine Dipanwita Dey Loneliness is a strange dopamine.Slowly, steadily, it consumes existence.Under its spell, it traps, strangulates,murders, and extinguishes.The desperate try to defeat it,unleashing the invisible chainaround the collarbones.Feels like a gravitational force,pushing into the darkness of the unseen.Solitude devours the ultimateversion of yourself—the despondency of never being discovered,never being heard,never feeling the warmth of a beloved's

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03:31

A Boy Moose Ate My Tulips by Erynne DeVore

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2025/11/19

A Boy Moose Ate My Tulips Erynne DeVore i discovered marbles and obsidian buried in my garden next to the worms after a moose ate my tulips“of course it was a boy moose,” someone joked with mei tried not to wake my daughters scaring him away they woke anyways irony is never lost on poetsmy daughtershave ears and eyes and hearts of their ownthey would’ve seen the evidence in the morningthose tulips were a gift from Mother Earth meant for my pleasure, the flowers that came to me in a dream after i

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03:39

Raindrops by Kunjal Saraswat

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2025/11/18

Raindrops Kunjal Saraswat Raindrops shine under warm lights.I notice it for the first timeAs I sit here—Two hours deepInto this nightWith the rain.Well, not just the rain.It brings its companions:Thunder,Lightning,Showers,And storms.Tonight, it’s a stormy rain.The wind is wild,And the glass of my balcony shuttersShudders under its weight.I sip my coffeeAnd keep penning my poetry—This one is about sorrow,About giving up,About the reality of life:Death.Behind me, the music swells.The rain’s pattering

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04:37

The Anatomy of a Queer Body by Gokul Prabhu

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2025/11/17

The Anatomy of a Queer Body Gokul Prabhu This poem first appeared In Plainspeak.Please tread gently. This poem has potentially disturbing content.I see death, perched at my window.Sometimes, they even sit on the edge of the bed.Death is my friend now!I am often tempted to draw them into a kiss.They no longer hold a scythe,and are no longer dressed in a cape.They dress like my ex: shabby t-shirt, greying jeans, and sneakers,or whatever those shoes are called in their world.We have a conversation

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10:17

Sunday Recap & Episode 200!

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2025/11/16

Here’s your recap of this week’s poems plus one new poem to carry us into the week ahead.Nov 10 - Signs by Defne Kartal @defnewrites on InstagramNov 11 - Sometimes I feel like writing by Junaid Ali Akbar @the.misfitpoet on Instagram.Nov 12 - "this is not a poem (exactly)" by Tess Ezzy. @themoodyproject_ on Instagram. Poetess Press on Substack. You can listen to me read Cross Roads by Tess @rembrandts.cure on Instagram.Nov 13 - In Another Lifetime by Edyth Grace @edyth_grace17 on Instagram. Nov 14 -

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01:54

"A lousy sunday afternoon when The world had gone" by...

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2025/11/15

"A lousy sunday afternoon when" Aliya Narghese A lousy sunday afternoon whenThe world had gone, for a momentary slumber Her world fell forever quiet beneath the burning timberAn unwelcome call, a cacophony of cries Looks of pity, soulless sympathyLife that was laid gently into her hands Now a burden far heavy to carry They called her brave, called her strong But she knew they were wrong Met with an incident so vivid Her mind always so lividShe was only a child, Left to pick up the shattered pieces

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02:53

The Altar I Didn’t Know I was Building by Elle Zaspel

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2025/11/14

The Altar I Didn’t Know I was Building Elle Zaspel There’s a small bowl on the bookshelf,not meant for anything in particular.But in it: a cicada shell, a rock from a Hamptons beach,a blurry photo propped up beside them.Things I kept without knowing why.Things I wasn’t ready to throw away.Cicadas remind me of him—loud among friends, a little bit silly,as if joy itself made them tremble.They seem forgetful,unsure of when to rise from the earth,but their confusion is only appearance.They know exactly

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01:56

In Another Lifetime by Edyth Grace

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2025/11/13

In Another Lifetime Edyth Grace To an old friend, wherever you are.......In another lifetime,Where the skies are plastered With soft pinks and bluesand golden huesAnd the grass, softer than your skin I once caressed.In another lifetime,where the air hums the lyricsof the song, we would've rememberedAnd your fingers would've fit minelike the stars aligningin some perfect, forgotten sky.In another lifetime,the clocks would slow their hands,giving us endless moments—no rush, no regret,just the gentle

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