A daily reading from One Poem Only—a quiet space for a single poem, read aloud.

intuition

rism

Pattern recognition is a

cognitive discipline —

congenitally decided for most,

congested with emotion.

Not to boast, but

I’m a fucking psychic

functioning on fumes and faint traces

of a beauty

who previously inhabited

this body, this brain.

I mainline cues.

It’s smooth, yet dangerous —

an almost cancerous paranoia.

Sometimes wildly,

the past is a tool used primally;

utilize your history.

Intuition powerfully promotes fruition

passionately if tempted.

Trust in the process prompted

by your progress.

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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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