Best Kajal Podcasts (2026)

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Of Love and Hell by Kajal 1:15

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Of Love and Hell Kajal Of how the hell fell in love and went straight to heaven, I know the story of a dove who used to weep for a raven. Nights when Earth cried for tearing Sun and Moon apart, When horizons used to pain world, there was no war in the name of art. Take me back to the time when agony was not a trend, time of ancients, where lies beg…

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To Fall Is to Begin by Irina Vérène 1:29

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To Fall Is to Begin Irina Vérène i won’t be dragged past the pearly gates— i’ll leave of my own volition. with these heavenly rules stifling my breath, i must say, it seems a wise decision. amidst the flames and the curling smoke, i shall rise anew— after all, a fall from heaven, a descent to hell, is a baptism, too. More from Irina Vérène ↓ @queen…

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Finding adaptability & resilience in today's data driven marketing - ft. TikTok's Adriane Goetz 22:57

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"Feel your feelings, then get a plan together and move forward in a new direction." On this week's Shiny New Object podcast, Adriane Goetz, Product Marketing Lead, Global Agency, at TikTok, shares her top lessons on developing and leading with adaptability and resilience. We also cover the three key behaviour changes that have helped Adriane deal w…

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Becoming Again by Reya 1:20

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Becoming Again Reya I didn’t rise like fire — I rose like forgiveness. Lost me once, still trying, sky’s the limit, I’m craving the climb. Thoughts that once broke me now make me alive again. Words find me, like a heart reborn — one heartbreak broke a million dreams, but that heartbreak built me stronger — heartless enough to fight for them again. …

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Sunday Recap & Crawl Space by Maggie Devers 6:52

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

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“My heart is a museum of every person I’ve ever loved” by Megan Phillips 2:11

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“My heart is a museum of every person I’ve ever loved” Megan Phillips My heart is a museum of every person I’ve ever loved My Dad’s birthday is national start over day Yesterday I told the ocean that I would let go of all the victim bullshit I would let the past me be in the rearview I will be new after washing my feet in the sand Venus, I said, I …

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January Born by JC 1:47

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January Born JC I was winter’s child, wrapped in borrowed wool, breath small as frost on windowpanes. The world outside was brittle then, trees bare-boned against a sky that never learned warmth, roads lined with grit and quiet. Inside, there was laughter, steam from mugs that fogged the kitchen glass, a lullaby of radiators clanking as if they too…

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New Dawn by Benedicta Kyeremaa Addai 1:56

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New Dawn Kyeremah ‎Smile on me, ‎the Sun is awakening. ‎Yesterday and today left no crumbs ‎We begin from there. ‎ ‎I won't tell you how to live ‎But be happy, ‎be happy ‎ ‎One step at a time ‎Love, eat and pray ‎Give thanks and make merry. ‎ ‎Today will be gone ‎So will you, someday ‎But what will matter ‎Is that you lived well. ‎ ‎So be happy, ‎b…

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Cold Plunging by Kristin Yates 1:09

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Cold Plunging Kristin Yates Breath leaves my lips like a bird, and I feel the cardinals and the chickadees and the cold in my hands sing. I become the shiver of saying it: I love you enough to let you live. More from Kristin Yates ↓ @beautefantasy on Instagram You can find links to her published work on her Linktree Mentioned in this episode: Join …

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Eclipse of the Self by Ruvaani 1:57

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Eclipse of the Self Ruvaani I dissolved in the shadow of my own becoming, where every heartbeat was an echo of absence, and every breath a question unspoken. The world pressed against my ribs, but in the hollow between despair and forgetting, a seed trembled— ancient, patient, luminous. From it rose fire unbidden, not to burn what remained, but to …

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Sunday Recap & Her Name by Maggie Devers 9:27

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Here’s your recap of this week’s poems plus one new poem to carry us into the week ahead. Dec 22 - From a Home, to a House by Gunneet Kaur Bhamra @wordsmith._.witxh on Instagram. She's founder of a creative club for teenage writers, called The Pioneering Pens. Members learn new forms and styles of poetry, have monthly theme based challenges, edit w…

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Return to Light by Gordan Struić 1:13

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Return to Light Gordan Struić The longest night exhales, and somewhere beneath the frost a seed remembers warmth. I walk through fields where shadows thin like old thoughts, each breath a small sunrise. Inside me, the dark softens — becomes room for light again. More from Gordan Struić ↓ @gstruic on Instagram @gordanstruic on Substack Mentioned in …

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Silent Echoes by Zahra 2:26

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Silent Echoes Zahra In the quiet descent of twilight's curtain, I stand, a solitary figure, uncertain. Lost within the shifting hues of fading light, I navigate the spaces where solitude takes flight. Threads of connection, delicate and fine, A tapestry woven with the hands of time. Moments form a mosaic, a complex array, Each fragment a story, in …

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“little tree” by E.E. Cummings 2:01

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“little tree” E.E. Cummings little tree little silent Christmas tree you are so little you are more like a flower who found you in the green forest and were you very sorry to come away? see i will comfort you because you smell so sweetly i will kiss your cool bark and hug you safe and tight just as your mother would, only don't be afraid look the s…

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The Miseducation (How the Sugarcane Remembers Us) by Lia D. Elen 3:19

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The Miseducation (How the Sugarcane Remembers Us) Lia D. Elen They told us the cane was sweet, that sugar was a gift- never whispering of century-long bones ground into their stalks. My great-grandmothers spoke truth in drum and smoke, their hands weaving rivers of power, the earth crowning them healers. Still, the priests named them devils. Still,…

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For the Pines by Amanda Galeotti 1:47

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For the Pines Amanda Galeotti I’ve known the paralyzing anguish Of the dark nights of soul When the gleaming edge of a blade Glints like a glittering savior I’ve been in cave pitch blindness I’ve wondered in a world of 8 billion How loneliness could ever put down roots In despair, I’ve found communion with mosquitoes and loons black bears and raven…

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From a Home, to a House by Gunneet Kaur Bhamra 2:16

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From a Home, to a House Gunneet Kaur Bhamra From the place, where comfort was found, And people meant happiness and laughter. From the lazy and cozy mornings, And chattering and cheery evenings. From those late-night family games and gossips, Because “tomorrow's a holiday... what a bliss!” To the place where comfort is only sought, Where people mea…

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Sunday Recap & But For A Sacred Deer by Maggie Devers 8:15

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Here’s your recap of this week’s poems plus one new poem to carry us into the week ahead. Dec 15 - The Keeper’s Dream by Kiki Johnson @kiki_poetry on Instagram Dec 16 - The Belle Of Yule by Melani Udaeta @melrose_poetry18 on Instagram. Her book, Of Love and Music, is out now. Dec 17 - Clava Cairns by Jessica Aure Pratt @jessaure.poetry on Instagram…

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Still Light Unveils by Marissa M. Zhu 2:47

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Still Light Unveils Marissa M. Zhu Moonrise drapes her muslin throat across the room. Everything hushes. Desire folds itself into brocade: my letter pressed beneath perfume bottles, your name stitched inside a pillow's seam. The sky forgets its vowels. Fingers braid the air with rumor. Windows withhold our reflections. Your face is washed in cathed…

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Angels In Our Mouths by Sandra Beth Levy 1:50

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Angels In Our Mouths Sandra Beth Levy On the tip of my tongue sit the ancient rabbis Yeshiva 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 patriarch Scientists date Methuselah back fourteen billion years Before …

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The Art of Returning by Dr. Deepak Dev 2:02

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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 un…

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Cultural marketing lessons from Perfetti Van Melle's Martin Höfling 19:22

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The biggest currency is attention, and we as marketeers we're fighting for attention, not only from other brands, but from all these other stimuli. For Martin Höfling, Global Marketing Manager Chupa Chups at Perfetti Van Melle - Brasil, cultural marketing is the way forward for brands who want to capture consumers' ever fleeting attention. On this …

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Clava Cairns by Jessica Aure Pratt 1:49

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Clava Cairns Jessica 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 e…

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The Belle of Yule by Melani Udaeta 1:37

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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 breeze its wings carried an iconic symbol. …

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The Keeper’s Dream by Kiki Johnson 1:56

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The Keeper’s Dream Kiki Johnson The ice angel said, “I know you dream of snowfields with lost fawns & tall pines” There are those of us who look to the call of snow’s powder to warm our souls. The blanket of death to keep us moving. To the call of herding spotted fawns back toward clearing in deep woodland, where majestic papa waits. We are the kee…

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Sunday Recap & Good Things by Maggie Devers 5:55

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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 commenta…

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Winter Marmalade by Matthew D Albertson 1:44

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Winter Marmalade Matthew D Albertson When the days of midnight sun Are past, a gnawing grows within— A pit of need. Not for want of food Or drink. No, it is the dark itself I yearn To eat, grown in gloaming hours— That of thy heart. Whene'er thy sorrows Fruit like sour, violet crabapples, I Lust to pluck them all from limb and Ground. Those succule…

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Good Things by Maggie Devers 1:32

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Good Things She remembers that you get to pick where you want to sit at IHOP And 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 life C…

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The Forest by Maria Beben 2:04

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The Forest Maria Beben We tasted the ache like a familiar cocktail, one we hoped to never drink again. We took a branch that posed a danger and added more kindling, looking around for anything that would burn. We gathered and added until the branch became a forest and we couldn’t see through to the other side. We felt betrayed and confused and didn…

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The Graduate by Caitríona Walsh 2:20

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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 arabesq…

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when we fall by Paper Trail Poetry 1:25

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when we fall Paper Trail Poetry when we fall we give back to the soil that nurtured us. seasonally, we are compost, yes, but life-giving nonetheless. when we fall our roots are ruptured; we are bare. decay tightens its cold, rotten grasp, but hope shall not be choked out. when we fall the way forward is paved with opportunity so make room for grace…

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Focusing on humans in the AI era - with Microsoft's Carly Morris 27:22

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You can have the best tech and innovation, but are you creating for and connecting with humans? If all you rely on is AI, you'll eventually lose human connections and your marketing will fail, says Carly Morris, Global Head of Acquisition & Growth at Microsoft Advertising. She's picked "people centric leadership in an AI evolution" as her shiny new…

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Momma Said Be Nice by Chris Kads 2:28

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Momma Said Be Nice Chris Kads This poem was originally published in Blood+Honey Lit mag and is being republished with SHINE International Poetry Series. You don’t expect to serve mashed potatoes and steak for breakfast. Don’t expect to find urine in a tub or to have sympathy for the assaulter who pissed in it. I’ve learned to let expectations fly l…

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Sunday Recap & When the Hum Rises by Maggie Devers 7:55

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Here’s your recap of this week’s poems plus one new poem to carry us into the week ahead. Dec 1 - Timeline by Quinn Holm @quinnholm.muse and @gratusgarden on Instagram. Quinn Holm on Substack. Dec 2 - my throat makes by atm.itm @atm.itm on Instagram. @atmitm on Substack. They are co-founder of studio somnus: a creative project agency. Dec 3 - “as t…

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Morning Magic by Maggie Devers - For My Daughter 0:28

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Morning Magic Maggie Devers A princess sits at the edge of my bed Telling fantastical stories, My sleepy head tripping over the details But in line with the nuance. She prattles like a caffeinated sage, Wisdom seeping out of jumbled phrases, Bits of stories, weaving together Her dreams, desires, realities. It’s all the same, She speaks her life.…

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Hearthside by Dorothy Parker 1:47

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Hearthside Dorothy Parker Half across the world from me Lie the lands I'll never see- I, whose longing lives and dies Where a ship has sailed away; I, that never close my eyes But to look upon Cathay. Things I may not know nor tell Wait, where older waters swell; Ways that flowered at Sappho's tread, Winds that sighed in Homer's strings, Vibrant wi…

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Baby Book by Maggie Devers - For My Daughter 1:10

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Baby Book Maggie Devers I didn’t make my daughter a baby book, I wrote her weird poems instead. I can hear her explaining this to her friends, “There’s no scrapbook full of memories But there is a special poem about me being Athena, and one about my birth, and when I was conceived. My parents named me after a fancy hotel.” Dear God, what have I don…

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“I dreamt I was in Paris” by Jen Booton 2:15

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“I dreamt I was in Paris” Jen Booton I dreamt I was in Paris scents of coffee and absinthe wafting as olfactory wind chimes typewriters snug on Boulevard Montparnasse tables peppered with burgeoning authors lost among their own generation but destined to be famous for centuries. Drunk on wine, cigarettes and delusion sturdy as centenarian tree root…

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Of Course by Maggie Devers - For My Daughter 0:52

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Of Course Maggie Devers Her feet were purple when she was born, The cord pinned between her shoulder and me. Half a dozen extra doctors and nurses had converged in the room moments before, All of me open to all of them As my doctor, the one I started with so many weeks ago, Back when she told me they don’t use the tongs anymore, Suction cupped her …

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“My poetry has big bones” by Bex 1:54

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“My poetry has big bones” Bex My poetry has big bones And big ideas too She wears vintage lace And she remembers every time she was slipped on... Poetry smokes green in the grass with her lover and dissects the sun for she remembers its inception. Poetry says - "I’m with you in this life and the next, I will eat every piece of you whole, wiping up …

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First Blood by Maggie Devers - For My Daughter 0:44

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First Blood Maggie Devers I remember the first blood of her, The implant blood they call it. It was possible I was pregnant, We had laughed about it in Malta a few days and half a world away ago, Sitting on our private balcony in a walled city, Drinking a bottle of wine as a cart pulled by a horse strolled by. We’ll call her Xara, we said, for the …

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“as the ground begins to frost” by esso 2:03

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“as the ground begins to frost” esso as the ground begins to frost we snuggle in heavier cloth to live out shortbread days laden in chocolate, lavender & cedar-smoke hugging hooded hours to soothe broken & healing layers warm our hands by the fire —holding safe— as a crackling back-up singer burgeons creases intersecting steely gaze & the blue-flam…

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Getting in a scrum with Golfbreaks' Bee Craft 25:28

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I don't want a team of people who are so frantic and actually being unproductive because they don't know actually if they're coming or going. Bee Craft, Head of Performance Marketing at Golfbreaks, has found the cure for frantic, noisy marketing environments: the scrum methodology. On the podcast, she explains: How applying structured two-week spri…

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For My Daughter - Title Poem 0:30

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For My Daughter Maggie Devers Chop off my head and put it on your shield. I will protect you until the day I die And all the days after that. You think I would let anything harm the perfection that sprang from my body? That force that is me and infinitely you at the same time? There is nothing in the world that could destroy us, Not when a mere gla…

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my throat makes by atm.itm 2:00

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my throat makes atm.itm corridors into cloth carries shimmering light i have forgotten how fabric can be light as light stitches from hands i have not met rest lightly on my shoulder it is the words hard to say that stick to my mind it is your words that do not know how to die make me sing out wretched and loud i strain them against the current cur…

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For My Daughter Audiobook Intro 0:42

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The audiobook of For My Daughter releases 12-12. Listen to a poem a day from the book by subscribing to One Poem Only.

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Timeline by Quinn Holm 1:55

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Timeline Quinn Holm I wrote Spring in Winter I wrote Winter in Summer and Fall somewhere in between the changing weather The nature in me has its own seasons I’m not afraid of being forgotten for my being needs no outside opinions Things used-to-be and mistaken no longer have a place in my present Long gone was their influence on my emotions I’m no…

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Sunday Recap & Drink It In by Maggie Devers 8:55

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Here’s your recap of this week’s poems plus one new poem to carry us into the week ahead. Nov 24 - Moonborn by Aura Guerra-Artola @g.a.aura on Instagram. Her book, How to Live with a Cat on Your Chest and a Whale in Your Heart, is out now. Nov 25 - Winter nights, burning cinder. by Sierra sylvie @the_fire_ave on Instagram. Nov 26 - My Son in the Se…

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How Clear She Shines by Emily Brontë 2:36

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How Clear She Shines Emily Brontë How clear she shines! How quietly I lie beneath her guardian light; While heaven and earth are whispering me, "To morrow, wake, but dream to-night." Yes, Fancy, come, my Fairy love! These throbbing temples softly kiss; And bend my lonely couch above, And bring me rest, and bring me bliss. The world is going; dark w…

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Stuck in the Blue by Tushil Jariwala 2:49

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Stuck in the Blue Tushil Jariwala i remember that weekend — the lilac sky, how i smiled at the stars while learning goodbye. i gave you my laughter, my voice, my youth, and you gave me silence, disguised as truth. i thought we were different — the kind that last, but some fairytales burn out too fast. you called it timing, i called it fate, you cal…