Ice Box Woes by JACK"E" | One Poem Only

Taco Bell under a Full Moon by Kris Aziz after GiGi | One Poem After

One Poem Only is a daily poetry podcast offering a quiet moment with a single poem—read aloud, without analysis or noise. TACO BELL UNDER A FULL MOON / KRIS AZIZ AFTER GIGI / Dedicated to Beca / We are looking at the moon Through the delicate lines of a spider's web Dutifully spun in the branches of a tree She takes a sip of her Baja Blast and says "You're right, Maybe we shouldn't kill ourselves Today." I bite into a cinnabon delight crunch the sugar between my teeth. because I know what the moon has told her. I can still hear my own message from that night when the sky was black with despair and the full moon was red from screaming There is no need to reply. More from Kris Aziz ↓ * @tacobellkris [https://www.instagram.com/tacobellkris/] on Instagram * @tacobellkris [https://substack.com/@tacobellkris] on Substack And now for the poem this was written after. WHEN THE MOON IS FULL GIGI When the Moon is Full, She never holds Me by the hand. She grabs right behind the gape of My neck and drags me to all I've been avoiding. When the Moon is Full, She never whispers in My ear. She screams at the top of Her lungs, so loud, that her rasping voice awakens the aliens in outer space; now peering from their spaceships. When the Moon is Full, She never glides across the sky. She anchors through the clouds beaming directly for everyone and everything in Her path. When the Moon is Full, She is never dainty but always true. She smiles from above, sneering at everything You thought You knew about Her, and reminding you of exactly who You are More from GiGi ↓ * @thegigirising [https://www.threads.com/@thegigirising] on Threads * @thematriarchyrising [https://substack.com/@thematriarchyrising] on Substack * Her books, The Scorpio Rising [https://www.amazon.com/Scorpio-Rising-GiGi/dp/B0CWSWW1K9] and The Marilyn Rising: Letters to Marilyn [https://www.amazon.com/Marilyn-Rising-Letters/dp/B0F1YQT9J4/] * She has a new book coming soon The California Rising: Poems from San Francisco to LA Support + Stay Connected to OPO If you’d like to support the show, Substack [https://rembrandtscure.substack.com/] and Patreon [https://www.patreon.com/c/OnePoemOnly] members receive a copy of my book, For My Daughter, along with episodes from the audiobook. Poetry slows us down. Thank you for listening.

YOLO by Maggie Devers & Weekly Poetry Recap | One Poem More

One Poem More gathers all of this week’s poems from One Poem Only—an unhurried chance to listen again, or catch what you missed. THIS WEEK’S POEMS * Life Is The Backside of Embroidery [https://player.captivate.fm/episode/1236e25c-3a33-43e1-bd6c-9cc6a197818d/] by Aasfa Siddiqui * Unnamed Season [https://player.captivate.fm/episode/02327882-a909-42be-a680-e3e7b5585603/] by Jules Travers * “Hija de tu madre.” [https://player.captivate.fm/episode/24964e11-863a-4332-a6de-ff8c09c760e3/] by Elisha Fernandez * Lilies [https://player.captivate.fm/episode/833e407a-2441-494d-a16e-34db6efe9286/] by Madilyn Lopez * Rash [https://player.captivate.fm/episode/9ba74685-5b42-455b-a2af-c34da052a687/] by Viviana Abnur * Sparrowfall [https://player.captivate.fm/episode/a27a3f3b-ea99-4f7d-a94f-c80f26d2a294/] by Arch Budzar Plus one new one to carry us into the week ahead YOLO MAGGIE DEVERS > Thank god I’m a millennial and learned > YOLO > At a pivotal period in my life. > Who thought I’d pull her out again for > WWIII, > But there you are— > > There we are: > Only > Living > Once > > Unless we’re considering reincarnation— > Which I do most days— > Even those I only live once. > > But I think it means > We only get this moment once > (That we conceptually understand—) > We probably live many moments at once > > And maybe that’s why WWIII feels familiar > And why grass smells like home > And getting smacked in the face by a wave feels like a baptism > > Waves YOLO— > They live and die > With the tug of the moon. > Icarus YOLOed the sunrise, > And I feel like he really got it. > > So I sit in the sun and feel wax > Melting down my shoulder blades > As I stare at the ocean > And tell my daughter the history of YOLO. More from Maggie Devers ↓ * My debut poetry collection, For My Daughter [https://www.audible.com/pd/For-My-Daughter-Audiobook/B0G7P1DLKR], available as an audiobook. * Purchase a copy of For My Daughter [https://mybook.to/for-my-daughter] or get one free by subscribing to the podcast: One Poem Only [https://www.patreon.com/cw/OnePoemOnly] on Patreon [https://www.patreon.com/cw/OnePoemOnly] * Follow me on Instagram for more poetry @rembrandts.cure [https://www.instagram.com/rembrandts.cure/] More from this week’s poets Find links to each poet’s work, books, and social accounts in the show notes for the individual episodes. Support + Stay Connected to OPO If you’d like to support the show, Substack [https://rembrandtscure.substack.com/] and Patreon [https://www.patreon.com/c/OnePoemOnly] members receive a copy of my book, For My Daughter, along with episodes from the audiobook. Poetry is better when it’s lived with. Thank you for listening.

Sparrowfall by Arch Budzar | One Poem Only

One Poem Only is a daily ritual: one poem, center stage, just for now. SPARROWFALL ARCH BUDZAR > While maybe I wasn’t the smartest > Or the strongest > I never thought unkindly of you > And I > always sang my song > And I > Saw you as an angel > Up until the very end. More from Arch Budzar ↓ * @archbudzar [https://www.instagram.com/archbudzar/] on Instagram * You can find more information about their life and work, as well as prints of their art at www.archbudzar.com [https://www.archbudzar.com/] Support + Stay Connected to OPO If you’d like to support the show, Substack [https://rembrandtscure.substack.com/] and Patreon [https://www.patreon.com/c/OnePoemOnly] members receive a copy of my book, For My Daughter, along with episodes from the audiobook. Poetry shows us what we need. Thank you for being part of the experience.

Rash by Viviana Abnur | One Poem Only

One Poem Only is a daily poetry podcast offering a quiet moment with a single poem—read aloud, without analysis or noise. RASH VIVIANA ABNUR > Everything I know about death > I learned the hard way > when I saw you go by on the stretcher > to intensive therapy > > I was an atheist like you and I only saw > a slight and strange body > pass at the speed of light > > is it that perhaps we live confused > or we are just light and nothing else > because I suddenly knew in an instant > that you were not > in that body > > they took you to the Emergency room > like a war trophy > there was a rush for the doctors to arrive > there was a rush to death > for fleeing the territory > > minutes before > you asked for a book > minutes before I hugged you and you told me > you are so good > > then the power outage in the hospital > the door half open > and I was spying on you and could see > how they surrounded you with candles > > still alive > like in a Poe story > > someone hugged me and I cried > we lost said the doctor > > and I knew death > is in a rush dad > and in the rush it's sloppy > because something was taken forever > I knew it > but something not > in that defeated body > you were not in. More from Viviana Abnur ↓ * @cruda.luz [https://www.instagram.com/cruda.luz/] on Instagram * Her book, Rash [https://www.academia.edu/119023770/Rash], is available now Support + Stay Connected to OPO If you’d like to support the show, Substack [https://rembrandtscure.substack.com/] and Patreon [https://www.patreon.com/c/OnePoemOnly] members receive a copy of my book, For My Daughter, along with episodes from the audiobook. Poetry sustains. Thank you for supporting the podcast.

Lilies by Madilyn Lopez | One Poem Only

A daily reading from One Poem Only—a quiet space for a single poem, read aloud. LILIES MADILYN LOPEZ > blood gushes from underneath my index fingers > underneath my thumbs > my eyes go white and pin-point black > bloodshot— my artery. > my throat seals itself shut like a wooden door stuck in humidity’s clutch > i tilt my chin to the popcorn ceiling > gasping for air that’s already escaped > > Lilies are my favorite flower by the way. > it is late. > 12:15am exactly. > my neck starts to itch where brittle bone holds nostalgic flesh imprints > the coffee on my wooden-chipped scarred nightstand has gone tepid > then frigid > it is late. > 12:17am exactly. > congealed blood gushes from my nose where I have never been hit only walked into steel and > concrete walls > my tear ducts know no repentance stuck in confession my chest feels like > tenmilliontrapdoorsleftunsealed > i scratch at the duct tape fastened around my goosebumped body clawing like a raved > rabid wretched animal wretched thing > salivating > foaming > aching > teeth baring > Lilies are my favorite flower by the way. > it is late. > 12:21 exactly. > Lilies. > > Lilies. Lilies. Lilies. > > Lilies. More from Madilyn Lopez ↓ * @v0guerat [https://www.instagram.com/v0guerat/] on Instagram * @maryshelleysmymother [https://www.tiktok.com/@maryshelleysmymother] on TikTok * @madilynlo [https://substack.com/@madilynlo] on Substack Support + Stay Connected to OPO If you’d like to support the show, Substack [https://rembrandtscure.substack.com/] and Patreon [https://www.patreon.com/c/OnePoemOnly] members receive a copy of my book, For My Daughter, along with episodes from the audiobook. Poetry reminds us what matters. Thank you for listening.