for Eavan Boland
If I could cast you in bronze,
I wouldn’t—
not even so you might stand forever
in this city of monuments,
not even to add a particular woman
—not goddess, not nation—
to this ...
On Merrion Street by Nan Cohen
LAR Online, Poetry
History is not a great tree. It’s more
like a bush, I think, or maybe
a sponge, soaking up and periodically
wringing out. Wow, a tree would mean
you could get to the top, to the upper
branches that would ...
History is Not a Great Tree by Fleda Brown
LAR Online, Poetry
this is more than
sick. police and
the planet and your
mind so new
to it. purple hand
towel under the hair
dryer. radios. you
show them
your plastic
firetruck; where
the ladder
broke playing
rescue ...
brother— by em fowler
LAR Online, Poetry
Before the Airport
The estuary’s flat today blue as
the eyes you’ve turned from me The moments pass
restrained outside the hours whole lives arcing
over us and our torn bloom ...
Three Poems by D.S. Waldman
LAR Online, Poetry
for Jon Tribble (1962-2019) and Allison Joseph
“I just had my seismic sense implants removed [from my feet]. I’ve been sensing
earthquakes for the last 7 years … and I’m now feeling phantom ...
Elegy with Aftershocks, Late and Soon by Jennifer Richter
LAR Online, Poetry
The Dead Teach Me Grounding Techniques
Put a pebble in your shoe. Slit the deer. Open the gate to the mountains.
The asphalt has begun to pray. Fill the vitrines with moths. Snap a rubber
band around the wrist. ...
Two Poems by Kerri Webster
LAR Online, Poetry
I
...It was not her first try. Last time black eye with
...meth, purple stain down her cheek. July. Now
...I speed through the Carolinas on cruise control
...to Delerium. November. Near Rocky Mount
...or ...
I Am Red as a Heart, She Said, But My Soul Is Inedible by Maureen Seaton
LAR Online, Poetry
It’s true I can’t remember ever being hugged by my mother,
but I do recall being led by my dad to her bedside
every morning near the end. My sister and I stood there
in our backpacks and jumpers, lined up as if ...
Morning Sickness by Jessica Tanck
LAR Online, Poetry
Dear Creature,
After everyone forgot the summer without a summer
I still had the ice indelible
and your parceled face
shifting in visible heat.
I was making sentences for dear life.
And also money. I would ...
Dear Creature by Jessica Cuello
LAR Online, Poetry
