Shownotes
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.
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This round, I’m looking for poems about what remains. What stays with us when we experience change? What survives? What do we yearn to carry forward? Send me the poem you wrote and want the world to hear. Also, if you’d like to read your own poem on the podcast, you can. Submit a clear audio file recorded in a quiet space—no perfect studio recording required. And yes, your poem can have been previously published in a literary magazine, in print, or on social media. Submissions close Thursday, October 29. I’ll respond by Wednesday, November 11. Whether I read your poem or you read it yourself, I’d love to hear what you have to share.
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