Hi my name
is Amenhotep
and I’m an alcoholic.
I’m 38.
I’m an American citizen.
I was named
for an obscure brand
of Canadian beer.
I was born with no teeth.
When they arrived
I had a cavity.
I had no ...
There Will Have Been Phosphorescence by Ethan Stebbins
LAR Online, Poetry
Dear Diary,
Today wasn’t such a good idea. Not to seem ungrateful,
not that I’m not breathing in love, breathing out hate,
inhaling trust, exhaling doubt, but when I tried to shimmy
into shoulder ...
Dear Diary by Martha Silano
LAR Online, Poetry
(ఆ)fter my birth, there was a lull, but long
(బి)fore, there was music in the family, in the
(క్)alling of life through the familiar
(డ్)ampness of a mother’s blood offering.
(ఏ)mpty of its ...
An Abecedarian to Mother’s Tongue by Meher Manda
LAR Online, Poetry
Cities with their name
in the distance Prague, the bridge the castle
the time on the clock tower
the clock tower in history
the Jewish cemetery at the corner
Skopje, Istanbul other alphabets
commerce of hours and ...
Three Poems from Lointaines by Nicole Brossard
LAR Online, Poetry, Translations
Last night I ate a bowl of venison stew
and tasted Michigan’s sweet grass.
I learned to sight a shotgun before
my first period, and pheasant-hunted
just once: rambled for hours through
the tall brush, ...
Blake by Sarah Sala
LAR Online, Poetry
This city will always pursue you.
You'll walk the same streets, grow old
in the same neighborhoods, turn grey in these same houses [...]
Now that you've wasted your life here, in this small corner,
you've ...
Two Poems From The City Within You by Karla Marrufo Huchim
LAR Online, Poetry
When the Cavern closed, that basement pet shop where I spent
after school afternoons
feeding the fresh waters & salt waters, &
told in hushed tones my small desires to the eclectus parrot
who knew my ...
The End of Childhood by Gerry LaFemina
LAR Online, Poetry
…We are swallowed by the mass culture made in USA, leisure and pleasure become the first objectives of our existence and, anesthetized by fashion and by cosmetics, we let ourselves become entangled in your webs which ...
SweekStars 2018: Excerpt from Vaulted Home – Day Seventh by Ana Filomena Amaral
Award Winners, LAR Online
Inspector Warrell had taken his usual seat in the Evidence Room, directly facing the door. Sunlight filtered in through the windows, caressing the air and washing over the table, casting shadows from his tablet and ...
SweekStars 2018: Evidence by Joel R Hunt
Award Winners, LAR Online