{"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":"Unnamed Season by Jules Travers | One Poem Only","slug":"unnamed-season-by-jules-travers-one-poem-only","published_at":"2026-05-26T15:00:00+00:00","page_url":"https://stenobird.com/podcast/one-poem-only-7376622/unnamed-season-by-jules-travers-one-poem-only","show_page_url":"https://stenobird.com/podcast/one-poem-only-7376622","url":"https://one-poem-only.captivate.fm/episode/unnamed-season-by-jules-travers-one-poem-only","audio_url":"https://dts.podtrac.com/redirect.mp3/episodes.captivate.fm/episode/02327882-a909-42be-a680-e3e7b5585603.mp3","summary":"One Poem Only is a daily ritual: one poem, center stage, just for now. Unnamed Season Jules Travers He lives in a peaceful territory of his own, relatively well-defined. In conversation with his selves, he navigates daily weather, rainbows, mirages, sinkholes. Now, can he still live with himself, with you? Your eyes align, two shapes of water join, sun-lit, know themselves reflected. He feels your arms. He broadens, flattens and retreats, enters spaces filled by air and phantom. He waits, he listens. Voices surface. He slips into marrow lit by the gasping mouths of scattered self-sustaining fires. He fractures. He falls. He pools heavy, turns, raw, smolder. He scratches notes and demolishes boxes of tissues. While you drink your morning coffee in the next room, he makes his blanket a mourning shroud, he hibernates in jumps and starts. He heaves open jammed windows, specks of old white paint confetti his hair. Curtains bloom. Now, he perches on the roof. Now, he shows you proudly, with some astonishment, there’s a new row of feathers in his wingspan -- pocked with blushes and frowns of color, asymmetrical, but his, a wave of growth unique to your shared ecosystem, brought forth by an unnamed season. More from Jules Travers ↓ @jules_wordspics on Instagram You can read more of their writing on their Linktree Support + Stay Connected to OPO If you’d like to support the show, Substack and Patreon members receive a copy of my book, For My Daughter , along with episodes from the audiobook. Feed yourself poetry every day.","meta_description":"One Poem Only is a daily ritual: one poem, center stage, just for now. Unnamed Season Jules Travers He lives in a peaceful territory of his own, relativel…","key_points":[],"chapters":[],"topics":[],"duration_seconds":126,"processing_state":"not_requested","actions":[{"name":"request_transcript","method":"POST","url":"https://stenobird.com/v1/public/podcasts/one-poem-only-7376622/episodes/unnamed-season-by-jules-travers-one-poem-only/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/unnamed-season-by-jules-travers-one-poem-only.md","description":"Read the agent-friendly Markdown representation of this episode resource."}]}}