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Sunday Recap & Crawl Space by Maggie Devers
Here’s your recap of this week’s poems plus one new poem to carry us into the week ahead.
Now I feel free from my itchy skin Like emerging from the steam roomPores open, every ounce of old squoze out
The beginning of the year brought exit,Retreat from our burrow until the fire subsided
This summer we saw a rattle on the trailThey sun themselves right in the middle of the footpath Your vibrations alert them to exit before you see them Unless they’re feeling particularly drowsyAnd who hasn’t felt slow half napping in the midday light
We crashed out of fall and into winter with a joltIt was impossible to move until we found releaseIn slithering along the sand to the sea Where we could dig our toes inAnd recall our feet, polish them new with the grit
And mummer to our insides how glad we wereTo be cartwheeling as the sun set on the snake
Dec 29 - Eclipse of the Self by Ruvaani @ruvaani.unclaimed on Instagram. Her book, The Sunken Daffodil, is out now.
Dec 30 - Cold Plunging by Kristin Yates @beautefantasy on Instagram. You can find links to her published work on her Linktree.
Dec 31 - Of love and hell by Kajal @mermaidspen_ on Instagram and @mermaidspen on Substack.
Jan 1 - New Dawn by Benedicta Kyeremaa Addai @Kyere_mah on Instagram. She was published in the anthology, Ancestors, answer me, a compilation of shortlisted poems entered into the 2025 New Voices Poetry Contest Curated by Creative Project Ghana. The New Voices Contest was born from a desire to give poetic voices in Ghana a platform to celebrate the richness of Ghanaian expression, language and imagination. A copy of the anthology can be found at the website of New Voices Poetry Contest or Creative Ghana Project on Instagram.
Jan 2 - January Born by JC @theincidentalpoet on Instagram and Substack.
Jan 3 - "My heart is a museum of every person I've ever loved" by Megan Phillips @metaphor_megg on Instagram. Her book, Uncomfortably Present, is available now.
Jan 4Crawl SpaceMaggie DeversThis was the year of the snakeBut I didn’t realize it until the endNow I feel free from my itchy skin Like emerging from the steam roomPores open, every ounce of old squoze out
The beginning of the year brought exit,Retreat from our burrow until the fire subsided
This summer we saw a rattle on the trailThey sun themselves right in the middle of the footpath Your vibrations alert them to exit before you see them Unless they’re feeling particularly drowsyAnd who hasn’t felt slow half napping in the midday light
We crashed out of fall and into winter with a joltIt was impossible to move until we found releaseIn slithering along the sand to the sea Where we could dig our toes inAnd recall our feet, polish them new with the grit
And mummer to our insides how glad we wereTo be cartwheeling as the sun set on the snake
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 Patreon
- Follow me on Instagram for more poetry @rembrandts.cure
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Join the mailing list to be the first to know when OPO submissions open ⬇️
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By Maggie DeversHere’s your recap of this week’s poems plus one new poem to carry us into the week ahead.
Now I feel free from my itchy skin Like emerging from the steam roomPores open, every ounce of old squoze out
The beginning of the year brought exit,Retreat from our burrow until the fire subsided
This summer we saw a rattle on the trailThey sun themselves right in the middle of the footpath Your vibrations alert them to exit before you see them Unless they’re feeling particularly drowsyAnd who hasn’t felt slow half napping in the midday light
We crashed out of fall and into winter with a joltIt was impossible to move until we found releaseIn slithering along the sand to the sea Where we could dig our toes inAnd recall our feet, polish them new with the grit
And mummer to our insides how glad we wereTo be cartwheeling as the sun set on the snake
Dec 29 - Eclipse of the Self by Ruvaani @ruvaani.unclaimed on Instagram. Her book, The Sunken Daffodil, is out now.
Dec 30 - Cold Plunging by Kristin Yates @beautefantasy on Instagram. You can find links to her published work on her Linktree.
Dec 31 - Of love and hell by Kajal @mermaidspen_ on Instagram and @mermaidspen on Substack.
Jan 1 - New Dawn by Benedicta Kyeremaa Addai @Kyere_mah on Instagram. She was published in the anthology, Ancestors, answer me, a compilation of shortlisted poems entered into the 2025 New Voices Poetry Contest Curated by Creative Project Ghana. The New Voices Contest was born from a desire to give poetic voices in Ghana a platform to celebrate the richness of Ghanaian expression, language and imagination. A copy of the anthology can be found at the website of New Voices Poetry Contest or Creative Ghana Project on Instagram.
Jan 2 - January Born by JC @theincidentalpoet on Instagram and Substack.
Jan 3 - "My heart is a museum of every person I've ever loved" by Megan Phillips @metaphor_megg on Instagram. Her book, Uncomfortably Present, is available now.
Jan 4Crawl SpaceMaggie DeversThis was the year of the snakeBut I didn’t realize it until the endNow I feel free from my itchy skin Like emerging from the steam roomPores open, every ounce of old squoze out
The beginning of the year brought exit,Retreat from our burrow until the fire subsided
This summer we saw a rattle on the trailThey sun themselves right in the middle of the footpath Your vibrations alert them to exit before you see them Unless they’re feeling particularly drowsyAnd who hasn’t felt slow half napping in the midday light
We crashed out of fall and into winter with a joltIt was impossible to move until we found releaseIn slithering along the sand to the sea Where we could dig our toes inAnd recall our feet, polish them new with the grit
And mummer to our insides how glad we wereTo be cartwheeling as the sun set on the snake
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 Patreon
- Follow me on Instagram for more poetry @rembrandts.cure
Mentioned in this episode:
Join the mailing list to be the first to know when OPO submissions open ⬇️
🖋️ Read My Newsletter: Free Flow 🖋️