The 32-Cent Heart
If the summer never comes, then we will learn
to love the gray, the way it unfurls the windows,
makes a flush of robins crackle in ornamental fig.
At the farm, a lamb has come, ...
2 Poems by Erin Elizabeth Smith
LAR Online, Poetry
..........................In the ghostly movie palace
.............our eyes weep at our eyes
elated across the screen. Biggest
..........................little eyes. We are ...
Monolids by Shelley Wong
LAR Online, Poetry
The pulmonologist doesn’t know
what’s wrong with my father’s lungs. Filled
with clouds – the kind that hurry
toward you as a warning. He doesn’t know why
my father can’t catch his breath, ...
Clouds by January Pearson
LAR Online, Poetry
Neck stretched back and tipped slightly upside
down, two weeks earlier I looked for the Perseids,
their August arrival scattered in summer’s deep
pockets. Now, warm gel glides over my ...
Augusts by Sarah Pape
LAR Online, Poetry
And when no one is looking
I will spin my Ferris-wheel-body
into a patch of late autumn leaves,
pretend I am a kaleidoscope
in what I can only describe
as a soul walk,
my neurons navigating
how ...
Cartwheel by January Gill O’Neil
LAR Online, Poetry
Just ten days old, he should still be swaddled
in the amniotic waters of my womb.
Today is our first time to hold and be held.
While the nurse unbundles him from his cocoon,
he wiggles and yawns as ...
Kangaroo Care by Amy Fleury
LAR Online, Poetry
An Alpine Lake Under a Birdless Sky
.............................You’re tired of summer.
.............................You want to stop all the singing.
.............................And everything is ...
2 Poems by Jordan Escobar
LAR Online, Poetry
chiaroscuro
It’s still alive — the curling end of all
the smoking fumes. It twirls between my ribs,
those narrow cogs, and fits across the tall
and broken pieces of the clock. My ...
2 Poems by McKenna Themm
LAR Online, Poetry
Nocturne
The coyotes create an auditory fence | two rowdy boys sound like a pack and some beings are happy | tonight. What scent do they catch? | Their howls echo | echo — yowls | this is their territory. It must have ...
2 Poems by Suzanne Frischkorn
LAR Online, Poetry
