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  • Sunday Recap & Cast Off by Maggie Devers

    Sunday Recap & Cast Off by Maggie Devers
    2025/10/19
    Here’s your recap of this week’s poems plus one new poem to carry us into the week ahead.Oct 13 - House of Childhood by Nataša Benedičič @natasek_poetry_corner on Instagram. Childhood Reveries is her Substack. Her book, Whispers of the Inner Child, is out now.Oct 14 - "Where will we get" by Sophia Nerenberg @sophia_the_writer10 on InstagramOct 15 - "I want to escape this world." by Lipy Goyal @thediaryofscript on Instagram. You can listen to me read another poem by Lipy on Instagram @rembrandts.cureOct 16 - Love Letter to the Lesion in My Brain by Erin Zarro @erinzpoetry on Instagram. Her two chapbooks, Life as a Moving Target, and Without Wings, are available now.Oct 17 - Tell Me by Evita Arakelian @dipped_in_words on Instagram. She teaches poetry to all ages with tailor-made syllabi, individual and group instruction; independently as well as on platforms like SuperProf. You can find the latest information on her Linktree.Oct 18 - "I dream of a happy ending." by Alena Peacock @n0t.a.poet on Instagram.Oct 19 - Cast Off Maggie DeversThe elephant seal sheds all the skin from her body once a year.Catastrophic molt they call it.This is necessary because when she stops breathing for two hoursCollapsing her lungsDiving deep, sometimes a mileTo feast on bioluminescent creatures in the ocean's depths,She pulls blood from her skin to her organs.She must keep her heart warm if she's to have any chance to survive.More from Maggie Devers ↓Read my debut poetry book, For My DaughterFollow me on Instagram for more poetry
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  • "I dream of a happy ending." by Alena Peacock

    "I dream of a happy ending." by Alena Peacock
    2025/10/18
    I dream of a happy ending.Perfect and unyielding.A quiet love, so loud, its deafening.Where I would not ever have to question their affection.I'd be so sure of this love, anxiety would dissipate.One filled with faultless words of promise, burning with hope.A brilliant, irreplaceable light, matching mine.An almost planned, adventurous future,that I could see in their eyes.Eventually,this ending will find me. - Alena Peacock

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    • @n0t.a.poet on Instagram


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  • Tell Me by Evita Arakelian

    Tell Me by Evita Arakelian
    2025/10/17
    Tell Me Evita Arakelian Tell me of a flavour I have forgotten,of a song I may have heard a stranger hum to her child in some store, some day.
    Tell me a story I know but end it differently or stopright in the middle and say: ‘morefor later.’ Tell me about the bakery
    that will open near our home, on the eighthstreet. Remind me of what it was you said when I left my seat to have a cry in the theatre powder-room—(I didn’t want Little Nell to die). Tell meof all the silly things I do sometimes.
    Tell me a truth that tastes like chocolate,a lie I can save for April Fool's day.Tell me anything before sunrise.

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    • @dipped_in_words on Instagram
    • She teaches poetry to all ages with tailor-made syllabi, individual and group instruction; independently as well as on platforms like SuperProf. You can find the latest information on her Linktree

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  • Love Letter to the Lesion in My Brain by Erin Zarro

    Love Letter to the Lesion in My Brain by Erin Zarro
    2025/10/16
    Love Letter to the Lesion in My Brain Erin Zarro TW: explicit language, illness, mentions of death
    Here’s a secret. This thing in my brain – this mass of cells and tissue — it’s not my friend – is it going to grow? Is it going to kill me?
    Because I’ll tell you now: The Grim Reaper will have to drag me, screaming the whole way, from my life.
    Because it is mine and I’m not fucking ready.
    Not. Fucking. Ready.
    I haven’t turned fifty yet, damn it. That’s too young to…yeah.
    Too fucking young.
    I never believed a small clump of cells in my white matter would take me out.
    I always said I’d go out in a blaze of fire. And at the age of ninety, right?
    But this little clump of cells might suck the life out of me, keep me from collecting those beautiful moments of joy, the things that make life worth the infinite breaths every single day.
    The highs. The lows. The human experience.
    All of it, human shaped and filled with blood and held together with bone.
    But that blood… That’s a reminder that I’m here, I’m still breathing, something’s moving through my veins and arteries and I am not.
    I’m not.
    Grim Reaper’s gotta wait. I can see him, scythe upraised, ready to yank my soul out.
    I’m not ready. I’m too young. I’m healthy. I refuse to go. I will scream for an eternity before I allow him to put one skeletal finger on me.
    Oh, did my rage reach you, sir, at the wrong time?
    I think you got the wrong chick. Check your records and fucking call back.
    Or, better yet, don’t. Cause I ain’t answerin.’
    This phone line is no longer in service.
    I’ll tell you another secret: I have a lesion in my brain.
    It might be cancer.
    But fucking hell, I’m not letting it take me.
    I’m too young to go.
    Too young to go.
    Too young to go.

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    • @erinzpoetry on Instagram
    • Her two chapbooks, Life as a Moving Target, and Without Wings, are available now.

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  • "I want to escape this world." by Lipy Goyal

    "I want to escape this world." by Lipy Goyal
    2025/10/15
    I want to escape this world.And sit with somebody in a quiet place.Looking at the stars, imagine a new world.Drinking silence in a cup of coffeeThe chaos-free, serene spaceA cessation in this running worldWalking on green grass barefootRunning wildly in green, loose spaceExploring myself in the woodsReading books in a tree houseLit up the world with tiny stars of night.O What a majestic view of dancing lights!Watching the dreamy aurora borealisThe magical moon nights, different canvasses of sunsets in the sky, and the cheerful sunriseFlow of air through hairRustling of bushes, crushing of dried leavesThe perfume of petrichor, silence before stormChirping of forbidden sparrows, cucks of Koel The exploration of vast universes within each otherAlthough I'm chaotic, I want to escape the worldly chaosI want to escape this world. - Lipy Goyal

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    • @thediaryofscript on Instagram

    You can listen to me read another poem by Lipy on Instagram @rembrandts.cure


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  • "Where will we get" by Sophia Nerenberg

    "Where will we get" by Sophia Nerenberg
    2025/10/14
    Where will we getWith the attack? Will the caged bird Finally bend the metal? Or should it learn to pick the lock?
    Where will we get With the oppression?Will the Princess Be forced to use her hair? Or be allowed to put on pants And climb her way down?
    Where will we get With the ego?Will the lion pounce at every chanceAnd fail? Or choose wisely, Waiting for the pride?
    Where will we getWith the hate? Will the fire burn And become all consuming?Or simmer only enough to warm our hands? To cook a meal we can share?
    Where will we get If we go on like this?
    Where will we get If we don’t stop and think?
    Where will we get If we don’t take a look around?
    Where will we get?
    Where will we get? - Sophia Nerenberg

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    • @sophia_the_writer10 on Instagram

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  • House of Childhood by Nataša Benedičič

    House of Childhood by Nataša Benedičič
    2025/10/13
    House of Childhood Nataša Benedičič I would rest in a secret gardenWatering my unsaid thoughtsFor they had no other placeSince they were “too much”
    Waiting for life to unfoldLike a flower before meWith unplanned moments Yearning to arrive where I belong
    Little knowing that some people Search for their purpose all their livesConstantly feeling they bloom in the wrong placesLoving things that never love them back
    Growing pains were a certainty.That I was becoming an adultYet a part of me wanted to hang onTo the zest for life, a two-year-old holds
    Childhood is like building a house.You will live in it for the rest of your lifeUnaware of how it will feel inside its wallsFor construction felt so out of your control
    I didn't want to be judged by my outsideBut I rarely pulled up the blinds, always careful How much you could see from my windowsYet yearning for guests to come inside
    I have learnt that not everything builtWas put in the best place for meSo I've crashed my windowsAnd broken down my walls
    I have learnt that nobody can teach youHow your rooms and furniture should look likeYour inner kingdom is yours to mendThe only lesson being that it is possible
    I have learnt the only constant guest here is meAnd this should be a safe and secure placeTo hold in peace all I've been and all that I'm becoming Only after, others will feel welcomed too

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    • @natasek_poetry_corner on Instagram
    • Her book, Whispers of the Inner Child, is out now.


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  • Sunday Recap & Seek Truth by Maggie Devers

    Sunday Recap & Seek Truth by Maggie Devers
    2025/10/12

    Here’s your recap of this week’s poems plus one new poem to carry us into the week ahead.

    Oct 6 - Remember by Olivia Woods @owibia_writes on Instagram, TikTok, and YouTube. She is currently writing the first draft of her novel, What Remains Of Us.

    Oct 7 - "Nobody is coming to save you" by Georgia Groza @catastrophic_yearning on Instagram

    Oct 8 - "Gone are the days" by Rusha Chatterjee @blooming_ru on Instagram. You can listen to me read Rusha’ poem Hope Is over on Instagram @rembrandts.cure.

    Oct 9 - Another Day in May by Anthony Robinson @shedsofthenorthwest on Instagram. His books, Failures of the Poets, and Broke Republic, are out now.

    Oct 10 - "If a tree falls" by Amelia Dunn @amelia.evie_poetry on Instagram and TikTok

    Oct 11 - Twenty-First. Night. Monday by Anna Akhmatova

    Oct 12 - Seek Truth

    Maggie Devers
    I can see the waning moon from my windowAnd shake off more of what I do not wantFor life is not suffering And we can all taste sweetness.
    Time now to stop trivializing the fundamental Seek truth insteadKnow yours and hold it safeIt will be all that’s leftIf the dust ever truly settles.

    More from Maggie Devers ↓

    • Read my debut poetry book, For My Daughter
    • Follow me on Instagram for more poetry @rembrandts.cure


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    I’m looking for poetry that lets the light in. Selected works from this submission period will be episodes around the winter solstice. In
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