{"podcast":{"title":"One Poem Only","slug":"one-poem-only-7376622","podcast_index_feed_id":7376622,"rss_url":"https://api.substack.com/feed/podcast/1898036.rss","website_url":"https://www.patreon.com/c/OnePoemOnly","image_url":"https://artwork.captivate.fm/d6dfcb32-7bde-40ae-8e00-2565782b5197/One-Poem-Only-3000x3000.png","author":"Maggie Devers","episode_count":460,"summary":"A daily reading. A quiet moment. One poem, center stage: just for now, just for you. A one-night-only show, in verse. Come back tomorrow. The curtain rises again.","last_synced_at":"2026-07-26T14:20:05.277030+00:00","page_url":"https://stenobird.com/podcast/one-poem-only-7376622"},"episode":{"title":"Aching by Brittany Searle Kempaiah","slug":"aching-by-brittany-searle-kempaiah","published_at":"2026-05-04T18:00:00+00:00","page_url":"https://stenobird.com/podcast/one-poem-only-7376622/aching-by-brittany-searle-kempaiah","show_page_url":"https://stenobird.com/podcast/one-poem-only-7376622","url":"https://one-poem-only.captivate.fm/episode/aching-by-brittany-searle-kempaiah","audio_url":"https://dts.podtrac.com/redirect.mp3/episodes.captivate.fm/episode/1b6f5150-33b8-4f37-97c3-b468f484d7d7.mp3","summary":"One Poem Only is a daily poetry podcast offering a quiet moment with a single poem—read aloud, without analysis or noise. Aching Brittany Searle Kempaiah Unexpectedly. There are moments I relish my arms being my arms again. And then, I ache for you. I ache for the way you once fit in the crux of them your head on my bare chest. I ache for those moments I dreaded your screaming. and the way it seemed to echo with accusations of my failure. I ache for the days I wondered what I had done with my life. and sat by your cot. Begging you to forgive me for wanting to be me again. I ache for your tiny brace I hated. The thin clothes and baggy pants that always seemed to draw eyes to us, accusing me of not being enough to heal you. I ache for your bald spot I tried to cover and the tiny milk peoples I feared were a sign of sensitive skin. The fear that your easily marked brown skin would scar and you would blame me for allowing your perfection to be blemished. I ache for your fumbling steps, your bruised head and scraped knees that made me fear you were somehow becoming too much like me. I ache for the bottles you wanted late at night. To hold you in the rocking chair and sing you back to sleep, without wishing it away. I ache. because I don’t really remember them. They are fragments and illustrated by ideas of memories. Feelings. Senses. Exhaustion. But I wasn’t really there. This is what I took from myself. Missing all our worst days meant missing all our best. And I will never be able to hold the tiny you again, and love you perfectly, I ache, and I ache. and I ache. More from Brittany Searle Kempaiah ↓ @brittanysearlekempaiahwords on Instagram She is currently working on three books: Waking Up in Darkness, a memoir about being diagnosed bi-polar while pregnant, Crossstich ,…","meta_description":"One Poem Only is a daily poetry podcast offering a quiet moment with a single poem—read aloud, without analysis or noise. Aching Brittany Searle Kempaiah…","key_points":[],"chapters":[],"topics":[],"duration_seconds":158,"processing_state":"not_requested","actions":[{"name":"request_transcript","method":"POST","url":"https://stenobird.com/v1/public/podcasts/one-poem-only-7376622/episodes/aching-by-brittany-searle-kempaiah/transcription-requests","description":"Idempotently request low-priority transcript generation for this episode."},{"name":"read_markdown","method":"GET","url":"https://stenobird.com/podcast/one-poem-only-7376622/aching-by-brittany-searle-kempaiah.md","description":"Read the agent-friendly Markdown representation of this episode resource."}]}}