After the Explosion
All the water mains burst
Forth, singing
The rats ran
Everywhere, squealing in
Rhyme, and the cockroaches
Tweeted to their neighbors while
Heaven turned itself into Hell on
Earth. From where ...
Three Poems by Laurel Blossom
LAR Online, Poetry
At 3 a.m. Dad wants to pick the strawberries. Outside the season
is wrong, the trees a tangle of twigs against a brain-gray sky. I won’t lie:
If we’re going to speak of strawberries, Mom and I would like him to ...
I Won’t Lie by Jennifer Wheelock
LAR Online, Poetry
I cut myself upon the thought of you
And yet I come back to it again and again
– Amy Lowell, “Granadilla”
Gift of love and light
small and tidy in the salt
air, or thick and hot
beside the coal ...
Elegy for One Life Lived Within Another by Brianna Noll
LAR Online, Poetry
Self-Portrait as a Tarantula Hawk Wasp
I was born inside something dying.
There was only one way out.
I have since spent my time eating flowers
to make the taste of flesh go away.
No one touches me.
My wings ...
Poems by Jessica Ankeny
LAR Online, Poetry
But what in fact will we make from it this time?
The double-gutted panes,
twin stamps
of broken glass, a jagged abyss
in the glittering desert
he pointed his knobby index through—
scopes and barrels,
the ...
Bricolage by Michelle Bitting
LAR Online, Poetry
Driving Through Kansas at Night
Why must some sorrows go on forever,
The grief you can’t let go of
Like the piece of broken furniture
In which you kept your first books,
Or the moon that follows ...
Three Poems by David Keplinger
LAR Online, Poetry
You couldn't know this loneliness…
–Natalie Eilbert
My first night in Madison the air was different—
cool, less sticky. The street was quiet, weirdly stagnant.
Our house, a pale ...
Virtue Signaling, Wisconsin by Tiana Clark
LAR Online, Poetry
One of my two sweet younger sisters lives
At our dead bachelor uncle’s farm, from which
She has sent a photo: just after dawn, pale mist
Swathing the pond. I squint through the blur at horses
In the pastures ...
A Matter of Knowledge by Sydney Lea
LAR Online, Poetry
THE GIRL FROM IPANEMA
Walked up to me all the way
from Brazil to serenade my childhood,
all day it was João Gilberto and bossa nova,
the samba sang only to me, no one else.
Yet, a voice like my mother’s began to ...
Two Poems by Elizabeth Powell
LAR Online, Poetry
