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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June 28, 2025 fatal dance - a love story between fire and wood by Velvet Poetess
fatal dance - a love story between fire and wood
Velvet Poetess
there is this certain hunger
a hunger that cannot be satisfied by
another but you
I reach out my hand
don’t let it be in vain
for we both know how this shall end; let us
at least celebrate it properly
dance til death with me
let us light up this world one last time
before my hunger will have been forever
satisfied;
before the only remains of your existence
are smoke and ashes
More from velvetpoetess ↓
* @velvetpoetess on Instagram
Submissions are open. If you have a poem you want me to read on the podcast, now’s the time.
I’m looking for the one that lights you up. The one you’re proud of. The one you can’t read without crying. The one that makes you feel something big.
Let’s make space for the one this Fall on One Poem Only.
Deadline is Thursday, July 31.
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June 27, 2025 Gender Affirming Care by Nikki Grierson
Gender Affirming Care
Nikki Grierson
When I was a girl
Little flurries of hair
Began to sprout
Here and there
At first I didn’t notice
But then something made me care
What if other people see,
Will they point and stare?
This worry, grew in my mind
As I studied the weekly magazine
Where cover girls were smooth
Their skin had a beautiful sheen
Was I a “proper girl”
Like those in “Just Seventeen”
So I began to study
The art of hair removal
Wanting so badly
To gain my peers approval
As to be accepted as a woman
Becoming hairless seemed crucial
Of course I was told
“You are far too young”
“Don’t worry about that, just keep having fun”
But I stopped wearing shorts
In the days that came with sun
And at night I would toss, and I would turn
For me, gender affirming care had most certainly begun
Now it’s triggered
It was here to stay
If I was becoming a woman
I had to look a certain way
Clothing now more important
Than the games I used to play
I started to wish for boobs
I even began to pray!
Eventually we all had bras
And fruity glossy lips
But then came something else
I wanted those womanly hips!
Society was infecting me
With its binary gender grips
And here we are today
Things have gotten worse
As filtered fake images
Keep our hands in our pink purse
Then those trying to demonise
Those who want to live free, diverse
Assuming those who are different
Are nothing but perverse
Helping to maintain the patriarchal curse
More from Nikki Grierson ↓
* @poeticallynikki on Instagram
Submissions are open. If you have a poem you want me to read on the podcast, now’s the time.
I’m looking for the one that lights you up. The one you’re proud of. The one you can’t read without crying. The one that makes you feel something big.
Let’s make space for the one this Fall on One Poem Only.
Deadline is Thursday, July 31.
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June 26, 2025 Inheritance by Maggie Devers
Inheritance
Maggie Devers
She tells me she likes the new side
Where they eat pomegranates all day
And her life
Sounds like an ancient poem
Chanted down the ages
To her at six.
I wonder if the myths are always in us
And we ache to relive them through art
She says meditate instead of pray
And Stracciatella instead of chocolate chip
And I think that’s a generational vernacular shift in the right direction
She holds the scrunchie open and pulls her hair through
At the final pass she stops halfway, a poor man’s bun
And I wonder what’s inherited and what’s instinct.
* Read my debut poetry book, For My Daughter
* Follow me on Instagram for more poetry @rembrandts.cure
Submissions are open. If you have a poem you want me to read on the podcast, now’s the time.
I’m looking for the one that lights you up. The one you’re proud of. The one you can’t read without crying. The one that makes you feel something big.
Let’s make space for the one this Fall on One Poem Only.
Deadline is Thursday, July 31.
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2min
June 25, 2025 playing god by Michaela Godding
playing god
Michaela Godding
(The average person forgets ninety percent of their dreams. I have started keeping tallies on a notepad next to my bed to keep track of all the forgetting. I wonder if endings are all we can rely on. I wonder and wonder and remember that eighty percent of the human body’s heat comes out from the head and I wonder if wondering will burn me to pieces.)
They say that life is easier when you are younger, that you can breathe and swallow at the same time until you are seven months old, that as a four-year-old you ask approximately four hundred and fifty questions a day. They say that what you can’t control you should put in god’s hands. My hands have twenty-seven bones, twenty-nine joints and at least one hundred and twenty-three other named ligaments but I wonder. I wonder about the unnamed ones. I wonder about the fifty thousand cells that will die and be replaced in the body by the time you finish reading this sentence.
More from Michaela Godding ↓
* @michaelagodding on Instagram
* Her book, the year our grandmothers died, from AOS Publishing will be released February 2026.
* Her chapbook, Dwelling, is out now from Bottlecap Press.
You can listen to me read Michaela Godding’s, Poem For a Mother Six Years Out of Prison, over on Instagram @rembrandts.cure
Submissions are open. If you have a poem you want me to read on the podcast, now’s the time.
I’m looking for the one that lights you up. The one you’re proud of. The one you can’t read without crying. The one that makes you feel something big.
Let’s make space for the one this Fall on One Poem Only.
Deadline is Thursday, July 31.
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June 24, 2025 Shadows by Harriet Monroe
Shadows
Harriet Monroe 1860 – 1936
What is most near?
Ah, sweet dead year-
Thy fallen leaf
And gathered sheaf,
The presence that is fled,
The vows that once were said-
These are most near.
Swift speeds away
Rose-crowned To-day.
So far, so far
Her light feet are!
I look and see thy face
Haunting the upland place,
Dear Yesterday.
The blooming flowers,
The sunny hours-
These cannot rest,
These are half blest.
But thou forevermore
Art mine, love, as of yore,
And time is ours.
Submissions are open. If you have a poem you want me to read on the podcast, now’s the time.
I’m looking for the one that lights you up. The one you’re proud of. The one you can’t read without crying. The one that makes you feel something big.
Let’s make space for the one this Fall on One Poem Only.
Deadline is Thursday, July 31.
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June 23, 2025 Hunger, as Salvation by Ariel K. Moniz
Hunger, as Salvation
Ariel K. Moniz
This moment, sun speckled and innocent—
I speak of prophecies, i plant seeds
of affection in your perfect, peachy ears,
and it means that I am thinking of tomorrow.
I await their blooming like all great pleasures,
though i do not know in what season they may come
or what balm of tenderness they may carry to me
as you lay your head upon the pillow beside mine.
I hope for lavender to calm me and bring the bees,
those little archangels of better days and July nights,
or rosemary, to remind me what it is to desire you,
like a meal hours off but simmering, a promise
that spills out the late afternoon windows.
This moment here, sun drenched and priceless
soothes like sitting down to the dinner table
filled with the sun-bronzed faces of dear ones,
or the first bite of that long labored meal.
I want the lingering afternoon hours of waiting.
I want to feel the hunger rumble in my stomach
thick and as alive as August storms, if it is for you.
I want to pine for the taste, that savory relief
and I want it every day of this wandering life.
I want to know you, long summer day
gelato-fingered savior, who I long for.
I want to know you, and I want to know
in my sunshine bones that the craving
is just as blissful as the full belly.
More from Ariel K. Moniz ↓
* @kiss.of.the.seventh.star on Instagram
* Her chapbook, Nostos Algos, is published with Ethel, a Micro Press.
Submissions are open. If you have a poem you want me to read on the podcast, now’s the time.
I’m looking for the one that lights you up. The one you’re proud of. The one you can’t read without crying. The one that makes you feel something big.
Let’s make space for the one this Fall on One Poem Only.
Deadline is Thursday, July 31.
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June 22, 2025 Sunday Recap & Cold Blood by Maggie Devers
Here’s your recap of this week’s poems plus one new poem to carry us into the week ahead.
Jun 16 - Midlife Calculus by Britt Kaufmann: @brittwriter on Instagram. Her website: brittkaufmann.com. Her book, Midlife Calculus, is out now from Press 53
Jun 17 - Swans by Sara Teasdale
Jun 18 - Pollen Count by Danielle Marie Cahill: @daniellecahillwriter on Instagram. This poem is published in The Quarter(ly).
Jun 19 - She has a new god by Maggie Devers: @rembrandts.cure on Instagram. Her book, For My Daughter, is out now.
Jun 20 - Him by Christy Granger: @christysdigitalhaven on Instagram. Her book, Broken By Beauty: The Beauty of Broken Bonds, is out now.
Jun 21 - After I Lost Him by Barbara Ehrentreu
June 22 - Cold Blood
Maggie Devers
In cold blood
Bones ache
Seraphim choke
On their holy words
Songs frozen
In mute frequency
Electric hums quiet
Lights flicker out
Fire dims
Collapsed, a final sigh
Nothing moves
In cold blood
Submissions are open. If you have a poem you want me to read on the podcast, now’s the time.
I’m looking for the one that lights you up. The one you’re proud of. The one you can’t read without crying. The one that makes you feel something big.
Let’s make space for the one this Fall on One Poem Only.
Deadline is Thursday, July 31.
🍎 Submit Here 🍎

This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit rembrandtscure.substack.com
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June 21, 2025 After I Lost Him by Barbara Ehrentreu
After I Lost Him
Barbara Ehrentreu
The sun still shined
Though its rays didn't warm me
Encased in my shell of grief
My body felt neither heart not cold
One entire side of me was lost
Lopsided I stayed indoors
Not attempting to face the world alone
Teetering in uneven terrain
I tried navigating by myself
Dipping my toe into the water of being alone
And gradually I mended
Put together with strands of tenderness cemented with passing time
More from Barbara Ehrentreu ↓
* @barbaraehrentreu on Instagram
* You can read more of her writing on her blog: Barbara's Meanderings
* Her book, You’ll Probably Forget Me: Living With and Without Hal, is out now
* As is her YA novel, If I Could Be Like Jennifer Taylor
Submissions are open. If you have a poem you want me to read on the podcast, now’s the time.
I’m looking for the one that lights you up. The one you’re proud of. The one you can’t read without crying. The one that makes you feel something big.
Let’s make space for the one this Fall on One Poem Only.
Deadline is Thursday, July 31.
🍎 Submit Here 🍎

This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit rembrandtscure.substack.com
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2min
June 20, 2025 Him by Christy Granger
Him
Christy Granger
This wasn’t supposed to happen
You were not supposed to happen
What a special ability you have
I do not trust easily
I do not trust at all
I gave up on love years ago
It was not for me
The torture it brought was too much for me
Here I am
What is happening
This is not like me
I will not fall for anyone ever again
I am a strong independent woman
What do i need a man for
For the way you make me feel
Never in my life has this happened to me
I would like to say it had
What a foreign concept
Safe
I have never really felt safe
Calm
What is that
Trust
How do I trust you so completely
This doesn’t make sense
How did you do that with such ease
I do not love
I do not like
I do not trust
Love was for suckers
I had no time for it at all
Maybe I trust men after all
Maybe I don’t hate all of them
Maye they don’t all hate me
Maybe they don’t all want to hurt me
My experiences with men have never been good
Just once I wish they were
More from Christy Granger ↓
* @christysdigitalhaven on Instagram
* Her book, Broken By Beauty: The Beauty of Broken Bonds, is out now.
Submissions are open. If you have a poem you want me to read on the podcast, now’s the time.
I’m looking for the one that lights you up. The one you’re proud of. The one you can’t read without crying. The one that makes you feel something big.
Let’s make space for the one this Fall on One Poem Only.
Deadline is Thursday, July 31.
🍎 Submit Here 🍎

This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit rembrandtscure.substack.com
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June 19, 2025 She has a new god by Maggie Devers
She has a new god
Maggie Devers
Her god is ecstatic dancing
Surrender to the music, feel the beat in your marrow, your feet planted, the earth holds you, spin with her, faster and faster, until all that remains is pure joy
Her god is Italy
Motorbikes and cycles with bells and churches with bells and 14th century art and a sore neck from looking at domes and gelato
Her god is her children
Soft bellies, chubby cheeks, that divine scent at the top of their heads, bath time, first words, crawling, walking, the rise and fall of a chest, eyes closed, blink and you’ll miss it magic
Her god is poetry
Words flow through our most complex parts and hand us empathy, stanzas give rhythm to the day, lines whispered in the night bind our wounds, we heal letter by letter
* Read my debut poetry book, For My Daughter
* Follow me on Instagram for more poetry @rembrandts.cure
Submissions are open. If you have a poem you want me to read on the podcast, now’s the time.
I’m looking for the one that lights you up. The one you’re proud of. The one you can’t read without crying. The one that makes you feel something big.
Let’s make space for the one this Fall on One Poem Only.
Deadline is Thursday, July 31.
🍎 Submit Here 🍎

This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit rembrandtscure.substack.com
...more
2min

FAQs about One Poem Only:

How many episodes does One Poem Only have?

The podcast currently has 110 episodes available.