BEST FEVER EVER
Dawn’s got a choreography.
When the tall grass shakes out
the night bird and starts
a young fox howling in a ring
of redwood trees. Nothing
can prepare you for waking up.
Not a too-loud owl. Not ...
Two Poems by Christopher Salerno
LAR Online, Poetry
Psychogeography
where his body fell to earth like paper:
all that remains is a wooden cross,
wildflowers on the side of a highway.
I’ve been trying to go home my whole life—
my mother tracing my face,
my ...
Two Poems by Chelsea Dingman
LAR Online, Poetry
The Track
Of course it is the absence
that is so beautiful.
Human or animal, the snow
will fall and cover her
tracks.
Maybe each word
is a footprint filling up
with snow.
I was here, meaning
I am ...
Three Poems by Allison Benis White
LAR Online, Poetry
How Much of This Is Water?
When I marry the lord of the pear
(Turkish translation)
he will put me in water up to my
what?
At night
I will be a soft rose. Russian for, “blooms
in springtime when tendrils curl ...
Two Poems by Marlys West
LAR Online, Poetry
Translated from the Russian by Katie Farris and Ilya Kaminsky
I drink to our ruined house
To the evil of my life
To our loneliness together
And I drink to you—
To the lying lips that have betrayed us,
To the ...
Last Toast by Anna Akhmatova
LAR Online, Poetry, Translations
This big sinking toe and its buoyant inhabitants.
When I first arrived I was shocked by two things: dinosaurs disguised as pelicans and men o’ war disguised as dead balloons.
Either way I was naïve. I thought an ...
Float by Maureen Seaton
LAR Online, Poetry
We were looking forward to stepping off the southernmost point of the
country.
Instead I'm eating spiny lobster alone.
Bougainvillea makes me think of you
specifically the hairs chesting your throat. Parrot's hard ...
The Longest Distance Between Two Places by Lynn Schmeidler
LAR Online, Poetry
Staying Alive
as I can and I don’t care anything about Tony
Manero’s new life in Manhattan. Fuck that rapist fuck.
No, he didn’t do Annette, he only watched. But what stuck
with me was the hurt his silence ...
Poetry by Sherraine Pate Williams
LAR Online, Poetry
BLINDNESS
I have so much more to tell you, but you
cannot bear it now, said St. John.
Of all Jesus’ agony that last night
I think most of the confusion. I hate
the unknown.
A little while and you will no ...
Two Poems by Kay Cosgrove
LAR Online, Poetry
