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, Translations
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
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
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
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
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
Lavinia Fontana's Child of the Monkey is said lost
in a canopy-bearing past, her rainforest falling unheard in my bedroom but for
its laced understory leafbed layering, death’s close-call. The ...
Lavinia Fontana’s Child of the Monkey Is Said Lost by Elena Karina Byrne
LAR Online, Poetry
