One Poem Only

By 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... more

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December 19, 2025Angels In Our Mouths by Sandra Beth Levy
Angels In Our Mouths Sandra Beth Levy On the tip of my tongue sit the ancient rabbisYeshiva style they debate how many angels dance in my mouth thousands, millions, more than the stars in heaven
The oldest star in space is named Methuselah grandfather of Noah, oldest biblical patriarchScientists date Methuselah back fourteen billion yearsBefore our universe exploded into existence with a Big Bang
My vibrant lips lick the aftertaste of loveSweetened by my lover’s honey-bronzed skinHis breath a flood of promiseMy loins blessed by a holy grandmother hugging her oceans
Innumerable angels dance in our watering mouths more than the animals Noah protected on his arc more than the stars created with a Big BangThe rabbis sit on the tip of my tongue and argueAs they try to count the angels
who dance wild with abandon upon our curved cheeksfor longer than Methuselah’s light streaks across our universe
More from Sandra Beth Levy ↓
@slevy43 on Instagram
Her first poetry book, Unfurling The Scroll Of Seven Decades, will be out in 2026.
Sandra has had recent poems published in the Roots and Ruins: Poetry Anthology published by Arcana Poetry Press
And Issue 1 of A Curious Moon, an online literary magazine.
As well as The Vagabond’s Verse-Weekly Verses on December 5th
And three poems in a SHINE Poetry Series spotlight on December 10th.
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December 18, 2025The Art of Returning by Dr. Deepak Dev
The Art of Returning Dr. Deepak Dev — for the ones who stayed through winter
Some winters arrive without snow —only the long ache of unfinished warmth.Even the mirrors frost inward,as if the soul has forgotten its reflection.
But the earth knows better.It keeps its promises underground —roots rehearsing resurrection,petals studying silence until they can speak again.
Renewal is not a sunrise.It’s a hand reaching through cold air,finding pulse where no pulse was expected.It’s the body remembering it once belonged to light.
Every thaw is an act of faith,not in what returns,but in what endured unseen.
When the solstice breathes its first pale dawn,I will not pray — I will listen.For in that hush,you can hear the quiet miracle of warmthdeciding to begin again.
More from Dr. Deepak Dev ↓
@deeepak.devv on Instagram
@drdeepakdev on Substack
His book, Symphony of the Erased - Verses Resurged & Reclaimed, is out now.

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December 17, 2025Clava Cairns by Jessica Aure Pratt
Clava CairnsJessica Aure Pratt
Clava Cairns
A Scottish Bronze Age stone burial complex

4,000 years, pink standing stone faces winter solstice sunset, entryway to death, passage to return.

solstice standing stone
face death
entryway to sun
stone faces
sunset passage pink
face winter
stand
return to stone
death faces
sunset years
return
pink faces
entryway to stone
to solstice
4,000 year return
pink sunset
passage to stone death
turn years to
standing entryway
turn pink death
winter to return
to sunset
4,000 years to stand
pink sun stone
death to years
turn stone
return sun
More from Jessica Aure Pratt ↓
@jessaure.poetry on Instagram
@jessaurepoetry on Substack
You can listen to me read Into the Abyss by Jessica on Instagram @rembrandts.cure.

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December 16, 2025The Belle of Yule by Melani Udaeta
The Belle of Yule Melani Udaeta She walked in the natural belle of Yule,lit up like the glitter upon the trees.Holding a dove waiting for its release in her arms the white bird appeared a jewel.Harmony poured from every molecule, joy rang in and sang of freedom and peace.Flying off fingertips into the breezeits wings carried an iconic symbol.
Encompassing each of the Northern Lights her smile grew like the return of the Sun.Sweetening the lips like a candy cane something to believe in rose to new heights.The journey to warmth and light had begun bringing some hope that all year would remain.
More from Melani Udaeta ↓
@melrose_poetry18 on Instagram
Her book, Of Love and Music, is out now

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December 15, 2025The Keeper’s Dream by Kiki Johnson
The Keeper’s Dream Kiki Johnson The ice angel said, “I know you dreamof snowfields with lost fawns & tall pines”There are those of us who look to the callof snow’s powder to warm our souls.
The blanket of death to keep us moving.To the call of herding spotted fawns backtoward clearing in deep woodland, wheremajestic papa waits. We are the keepersof the deep-down buried things.
We understand beauty’s need to wait inhush & hollow. To wait under fallow groundin the silence of stasis. The first thrustof the plow’s blade can be so horror-heavy.
So full of ache & wound. “You scar me”Ground wails. Ice angel yields to we watchersof the fields. As out of these furrowed woundscomes the beauty all our better angels knewwas there. The snowfields become meadows& yields of crops for grown bucks & fertile does.
Ground’s marring, the beauty borne of snow.
More from Kiki Johnson ↓
@kiki_poetry on Instagram

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December 14, 2025 Sunday Recap & Good Things by Maggie Devers
Here’s your recap of this week’s poems plus one new poem to carry us into the week ahead.
Dec 8 - Momma Said Be Nice by Chris Kads @chris_kads on Instagram. Chris runs Gut Punch Prompts, a twice monthly poetry challenge on Instagram looking for poems that contain visceral language, raw emotion, and/or thought-provoking political and social commentary. In other words, poems that pack a punch!
Dec 9 - when we fall by Paper Trail Poetry @papertrailpoetry on Instagram.
Dec 10 - The Graduate by Caitríona Walsh @tone.down.the.blonde on Instagram. Caitríona is a host for Gut Punch Prompts, as twice-monthly poetry contest on Instagram. You can hear me read Two Wishes by Caitríona on Instagram @rembrandts.cure.
Dec 11 - The Forest by Maria Beben @em_beewriting on Instagram. Her first poetry book, A Trail of Lost Buttons, is available on Amazon and Etsy. She is currently preparing her second poetry book for publication.
Dec 12 - Good Things by Maggie Devers For My Daughter audiobook out soon. Read my debut poetry book, For My Daughter. Follow me on Instagram for more poetry @rembrandts.cure.
Dec 13 - Winter Marmalade by Matthew D Albertson @matthewdalbertson on Instagram
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December 13, 2025Winter Marmalade by Matthew D Albertson
Winter Marmalade Matthew D Albertson When the days of midnight sunAre past, a gnawing grows within—A pit of need. Not for want of foodOr drink. No, it is the dark itself I yearnTo eat, grown in gloaming hours—That of thy heart. Whene'er thy sorrows
Fruit like sour, violet crabapples, ILust to pluck them all from limb andGround. Those succulent woes, thyNighttime dread, to me is mostPreservative—
A nourishing, filling, decadent jam.Oh, let me in thy late autumnal orchard,Ripe with crop and tang and rot;Let me gorge upon thy noxious cropOf melancholia.
I thank thee;And take sparingly,Greedily;Yet I’ve left a gift behind, stillWarm upon thy windowsill: aSaccharine, cholicWinter marmalade.
More from Matthew D Albertson ↓
@matthewdalbertson on Instagram

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December 12, 2025Good Things by Maggie Devers
Good ThingsShe remembers that you get to pick where you want to sit at IHOPAnd she knows exactly where she wants to sit.She notices we are wearing the same outfit Bike shorts and shirts with sleeves that are too big.
Two women pick their favorite booth.She clocks their enthusiasm Content to share the experience Knowing the good things in lifeCome easy.
More from Maggie Devers ↓
For My Daughter audiobook out soon.
Read my debut poetry book, For My Daughter
Follow me on Instagram for more poetry @rembrandts.cure

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December 11, 2025The Forest by Maria Beben
The Forest Maria Beben We tasted the achelike a familiar cocktail,one we hopedto never drink again.We took a branchthat posed a dangerand added more kindling,looking around for anything that would burn.We gathered and addeduntil the branch became a forestand we couldn’t see throughto the other side.We felt betrayedand confusedand didn’t understand how we got there.We stood on opposite ends of this forestand felt the weightof a growing terror.
But at the exact momentwhen we reached for a box of matchesto burn it all down,we remembered that trees have branchesand began to climb.From the top,in the clear, crisp air,we could seethat the forest wasn’t a forest at alljust a few treesthat we could help each othernavigate through.So we climbed back downand cleared the weedsand made a pathand together,celebrated the trees for what they werebefore walking out the other side —Together.
More from Maria Beben ↓
@em_beewriting on Instagram
@mbeben on Substack
Her first poetry book, A Trail of Lost Buttons, is available on Amazon and Etsy.
She is currently preparing her second poetry book for publication.

Mentioned in this episode:
Join the mailing list to be the first to know when OPO submissions open ⬇️
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December 10, 2025The Graduate by Caitríona Walsh
The Graduate Caitríona Walsh On the vesper of March I pulsed through the desert, Ever the vagary Clot of the bloodline.
Koutoubia's minaret Catnapped before me, Steepled in sandstone–A moonshot missile
Lullabied by ouds And kittens' Bare-bellied Midnight mewls.
Medina mazes Assuaged by Cloud-confetti Orange blossoms–
Palls of scent spun In arabesque spells Through souks Keyhole arches.
I woke with Muezzin's Call to prayer, Parched, perplexed By Agafay air–
Caught in my glottis As cockcrow came–Florid gown gone, No call to cross campus
With tasselled cap Like a gored Rorschach blot, The gashed wattle Of a prize grouse
Or a stray tide's Red-stained froth rim–Raked far From shipwreck wraiths.
Instead, I conferred With cordial drivers and Spinning-top Sufis In fractured French,
Sipped rose-syrup tea In a turquoise courtyard Of a trillion druzy Star-strewn tiles,
Bled, in secret, Beneath the furtive folds Of an opalite skirt– Shed my pelt
More from Caitríona Walsh ↓
@tone.down.the.blonde on Instagram
Caitríona is a host for Gut Punch Prompts, as twice-monthly poetry contest on Instagram.
You can hear me read Two Wishes by Caitríona on Instagram @rembrandts.cure.

Mentioned in this episode:
Join the mailing list to be the first to know when OPO submissions open ⬇️
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3min

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