Again we spot the mother deer.
After her head reaches for a branch,
her eyes whip open fear like buttons.
Even the tree’s dead stump,
too tall to be prodigal, hollow,
fills itself with dark, peerless
holes, ...
A Cut by Kenneth Jakubas
LAR Online, Poetry
I’m back at home. The bread is thawing beside the stove. I pick up the loaf and press it against the blade of the bread slicer. The machine groans, then packs up completely. No chance of cutting a slice off the ...
Through the Moors, Through Dachau by Michaela Maria Müller
LAR Online, Translations
Torotain Varvaressos was a peculiar man. He loved academic journals, tolerated furniture, and abhorred keys. Therefore, both his main residence and his pied-à-terre, which were labyrinths of shelves with titles such as ...
Sweekstars 2018: Peculiarities of Torotain Varvaressos by Shahzoda Vareberg
Award Winners, LAR Online
Little imitations of the sun and its rays, bright buttercup yellow
Perky and mellow
Sold by the odd fellow
-
On the streets. From this fellow these flowers I buy, when it’s ...
SweekStars 2018: Sunflowers by Daniel Helman Lee
Award Winners, LAR Online
EPCOT
We’ve FastPassed it, that great golf ball just inside
the gates, so my son and I don’t have to wait long
to tour all of human time. Inside, Phoenicians
invent the alphabet; Romans carry news
from ...
Spaceship Earth by Catherine Pierce
LAR Online, Poetry
The strangled barks from the dog next door leak like a wet rag into the night air, ending on a downward moan. There’s no fence you can build to stop that from coming through. If there were, Barry would have built it. ...
The Scrap Eaters by Rose Hunter
Fiction, LAR Online
Poet
—to Ai
What year? We met
at the desert pawn shop,
The Rare Lion,
an empty strip mall
where I memorize
the asphalt lot in Arizona,
114 degrees.
Touch your ...
Poet by Miguel Murphy
LAR Online, Poetry
[I will load the conchs]
I will load the conchs
onto the backs of swans.
And almighty light
I will sort your signs
as if black lentils, without
defacing the manuscript signed
by the waves.
[Je chargerai ...
Four Poems by Khal Torabully
LAR Online, Translations
In the sad little garden
of William Paca, where the period
roses have been yanked out
for refusing their modern soil,
the nearby holly bushes are nothing
but restraint—pruned
and placed between the ...
Ars Poetica by Corey Van Landingham
LAR Online, Poetry
