American Elegy Podcast

About American Elegy Podcast

A place for ghosts, memory, myth, and American grief. Poems, essays, stories, and strange happenings. Collected by Emily Ergenbright. emilyergenbright.substack.com (https://emilyergenbright.substack.com?utm_medium=podcast)

Publisher

Emily Ergenbright

Category

fiction · society & culture

Language

en

Explicit

No

First episode

10 Jul 2025

Latest episode

8 Oct 2026

Latest episodes

10 episodes in the feed.

1. 

   8 Oct 2026

   Infiltrator

   Originally published (https://emilyergenbright.substack.com/p/infiltrator)in October, 2025 - now being read aloud by the author. An excerpt: Tell me- While the thread is suspended still, and the shears are open mouthed as want: Were you looking too, when I was looking at you? From over here, on the other side of someday? This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit emilyergenbright.substack.com (https://emilyergenbright.substack.com?utm_medium=podcast&utm_campaign=CTA_1)

2. 

   3 Dec 2025

   The Legend of The Crick Fox

   Once, a man who thought he was a king, came to trade with the Illuminaires. Draped in fur and greed he came with gold as tall as he- With great demands that were but masks for pleas for mercy. And the Illuminaires, being generous, did this favor for the rich man, but their price was this: Take your gold, and forget this place exists. But men, being unable to resist, returned, to demand another favor, this time with even more gold, sure that all he needed was more money to buy them. And so begins the final story of the Illuminaires - the Nature Borns. The Legend of the Crick Fox We cursed a man with Appetite, When he drank Crick Mountain dry; Stripped him of his earthly home, But did not grant him leave to die. We snatched the fire from his heart, Bade him use it warm his meat and hands Told the crick fox - run quickly now - You’ll find no peace in these new lands. But he found a broker somewhere in the corners of these woods, He traded a new deal in blood and gold And returned twice as tall he stood. The tide changed against us somehow Though we had always paid our due, Now we skulk the earth apart and searching For our way back to the Great Wide Open To Illuminate the Path Home for You. This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit emilyergenbright.substack.com (https://emilyergenbright.substack.com?utm_medium=podcast&utm_campaign=CTA_1)

3. 

   27 Oct 2025

   Invocation

   Once, in a dream, I found myself in the forest listening to a strange man tell me a story. He walked around a fire, drinking from a cup carved from a horn; covered in streaks of midnight mimicking tree branches that curved up his body, and across his eyes. As he came closer and retreated from the fire, stumbling as he told his tale, he looked like he was welcomed by the forest. He told me the story of Curiosity, The gluttonous witch of the woods. One night, the witch was praying to the gods to grant her the knowledge of the truth of all things, When she heard a knock at the door. When she opened it, she found herself face to face with a Wolf; The lion of the forest dark. She asked the Wolf: “Did the gods send you to me?” And the Wolf replied: “Look into my eyes and see the truth, though it may be short lived.” She stared into the golden yellow, and in that moment came to understand the fundamental truths of the universe: We are all animals running from death; Tonight, she would be dinner - and The gods have a wicked sense of humor. Author’s Note: If the tagline sounded familiar, you probably recognized it from Fireflies (https://emilyergenbright.substack.com/p/fireflies), an important lullaby from The Way. This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit emilyergenbright.substack.com (https://emilyergenbright.substack.com?utm_medium=podcast&utm_campaign=CTA_1)

4. 

   16 Oct 2025

   A Strange Time

   This poem was an exploration on the way guilt and grief can settle into the sediment of a family, and how love becomes another form of survival. I wrote it thinking about a specific conflict but it could be about any generation of soldiers, in any war, returning different than they when they left. Unrecognizable to themselves, and the people who love them the most. Every war leaves behind a version of that story — and, in one way or another, we all grow up in its echo. This poem is for all the fathers who came back just men, after all. Author’s Note: If you’d prefer to read along, find the original post here. (https://emilyergenbright.substack.com/p/when-you-live-by-the-gun-you-die) This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit emilyergenbright.substack.com (https://emilyergenbright.substack.com?utm_medium=podcast&utm_campaign=CTA_1)

5. 

   10 Oct 2025

   Our Girl

   If you’ve been to small town America, you know this place. You may live here. You may have been friends with Summer. You may even miss it, from time to time. How it used to be. Before. But - do you know? Who killed the town? Was it The Stranger who Came in the night All those summers ago, And killed Our girl? Left her in the crick bed picked dry as her daddy’s pockets? It seems like It all started going wrong After that. Wasn’t that when everyone started to forget To whisper behind their folded hands? Playin’ jump rope gossip-grapevine With her ligature marks? You know, last summer she got caught stealing Eyeliner from the Osco’s A deck of cards cracks On a screen porch patio on 1st avenue While ladies lunch. Well I heard she’d been arrested before - Out at a cornfield party, drinking, of course- And where were those parents….you just never know about people anymore. Isn’t that about the time they all started taking deadly aim with crossed wires? Well, of course you heard what they’ve said ? About the autopsy results? They say, they think… A glass of sweet tea sweats At the accusations in the church basement. Was it Walmart that killed the town? That helped us save money and live better - Ran mom and pops shops off The town square where we used to Scoop the loop every Friday night Watch all the farm girls with those strong, long legs That know just how to hold a stallion- But can’t quite keep up with the minimum wage. Or was it the company store? Paid our ancestors with scrips so low It chained us to the lack in the land - Told us our worth was as hollow as the holler When they hollered for that black gold and the only sound that came back to them Was regret and retribution. Was it the prison? They sent all our uncles and brothers up state- In and out of rehab with 120.00 and three condoms in their pockets; They got hooked on painkillers after high school When they hurt their shoulder in a football game in college Or their back in that factory job Or some other thing in that war Like his mind, maybe - But anyway, he just can’t afford to keep Dad’s dreams on his back anymore. So he bottles his rage like whiskey, writes his own Supplemental script; Puts on his nicest belt buckle, Takes his pickup with a bed full of His future’s empty promises and his momma’s charm And goes cattle calling city girls who don’t know any better - They’ve never seen what becomes of those front porch gospel ghosts After the screen door closes and the smell of sulfur Soaks into a lace tablecloth. They don’t know what it took to be her. She won May Day Queen, that year she died. Got pulled down Main Street at 5mph On a float she made herself, Behind her grandad’s Lincoln continental Sun-in hair done up like Farrah Fawcett, Smile warm as summer; Hands folded in her lap, Ankles crossed, back straight and perfect wave. Her mother’s lipstick in the glovebox And grandma’s vintage perfume. She was the most beautiful thing this town her parents Ever did. And don’t you think she deserves a little justice For that? Was it the FBI? Who let a serial killer move from town to town picking it clean of its town squares and summer dreams, Coming and going like an F5 And leaving an empty shell, Right next to the prison For us to stare at in the distance- But then again - They work for that “ol man” Uncle Sam Who sold us to them? Like he was runnin’ girls or somethin’. You believe that? You believe they’d Turn us out on us Like that? We live in a small town - Nobody is ever really a Stranger here With an unsolved murder hanging over it’s head - Won’t someone help us Figure out who killed Our Girl? She was so important to us. We’re almost sure her name was Summer. This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit emilyergenbright.substack.com (https://emilyergenbright.substack.com?utm_medium=podcast&utm_campaign=CTA_1)

6. 

   2 Oct 2025

   In Defense of Ginger

   She did tell him, She didn’t love him. He did know All The stories, Around Las Vegas. He knew what really drove her - What really moved her - And he knew it wasn’t him. Knew only the safety of Shimmering jewels and stacks of cash, Made her feel like she could buy her way out of trouble. She always knew, The bottom could drop out at any time. Men like Sam Rothstein Think Possession is 9/10ths of the law. But you Can’t cage the dazzle that made him come meandering over her way; Hoping for a chance to bask in her glittering casino lights. My god, He destroyed Such a beautiful thing This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit emilyergenbright.substack.com (https://emilyergenbright.substack.com?utm_medium=podcast&utm_campaign=CTA_1)

7. 

   21 Aug 2025

   Wake

   When you were young, your mother said she could see out of the back of her head. But even she had to sleep, sometimes. Offering you a quiet respite From her watchful gaze. She taught you everything you know, like: Each half of an orcas brain alternates being awake, So it never loses consciousness And never stops swimming. A few years ago, you saw the story of a mother orca who’d lost her calf and spent the next 17 days Filling the ocean with her cries. Swimming with its body, dwarfed by its mothers grief- She kept pushing him above the water, Trying to will him to move, to Dance on the waves like she dreamed. Your mother called and asked If you’ve been eating well, When the last time was you got your oil changed. If you’re still seeing that guy who made you cry at 2 in the afternoon In the break room. If you wouldn’t mind Sharing your location with her like you used to, Only for a little while - It’s the only way she can keep an eye on you anymore. This year, the orca lost another calf, and began her mourning once again. Does she wish she could know the comforting blackness of sleep- wish that she could close her eyes and not see a broken promise? Your mother taught you, Female orcas can live for 90 years. Imagine carrying that For all that time- Without even a dream to save you From the grief of empty spaces, Swimming beside you In the futures wake. Storm season has made its way to American Elegy ! Make sure to spread the news This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit emilyergenbright.substack.com (https://emilyergenbright.substack.com?utm_medium=podcast&utm_campaign=CTA_1)

8. 

   7 Aug 2025

   A Morning Dream

   Lord, if I have a daughter, let her live two lifetimes and see me married in both of them. In one, let him leave me - and let me not be crushed. In the other, let him love me like a homecoming. But somehow, God, let me show her Love is a gift, and not sustenance It only needs her to survive. Storm Season has made its way to American Elegy. Make sure you spread the news. This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit emilyergenbright.substack.com (https://emilyergenbright.substack.com?utm_medium=podcast&utm_campaign=CTA_1)

9. 

   24 Jul 2025

   Afterthought

   I wrote this poem a year ago. It's about the experience when you enter a new relationship, where honied smiles feel like salt on the wound, congratulations feel like curses, and invitations to reminisce feel like a trap. "Afterthought" is about what it means when the past comes back to haunt you, even in moments of new joy. As though they caught the scent of death, The vultures of relationships past descend; one by one to offer heartfelt Congratulations on my happy coupling. You look positively Radiant Glowing Abundant - as if you’re about to burst- Can’t we have just one more Bite of you? This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit emilyergenbright.substack.com (https://emilyergenbright.substack.com?utm_medium=podcast&utm_campaign=CTA_1)

10. 

    10 Jul 2025

    Love Drunk

    Love Drunk This piece started at my grandmother's breakfast table, and ended in a whiskey glass. It's about wanting more than what's easy, waiting for what burns true, and knowing that some love stories are better aged with time. “You held out for champagne, and didn’t even get beer.” My grandmother says to me one morning over breakfast. But I don’t think I’d like the bitter aftertaste of poison, slipped in one, versus the other. I’d rather wait for whiskey To mature in the barrel - Expanding and contracting with time, The Angel’s share a smoke signal Guiding me towards his scorching burn. If I must drown in my desire, I’d rather it taste like aged fire. New Poems. Shared Blood. Ongoing Stories. Share so others can follow. This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit emilyergenbright.substack.com (https://emilyergenbright.substack.com?utm_medium=podcast&utm_campaign=CTA_1)

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