because blood oaths are overrated, I make mine with anyone:
the cracked cup. the cotton shift. the synchronies of women,
what I set my clocks upon. I dream us in our bedroom hair
and each others’ rouge. I ...
currency by Indrani Sengupta
LAR Online, Poetry
On October 30, 1938, Orson Welles read a radio play of
H. G. Wells’s novel, believed by many who heard it to be
a true, live reporting of an invasion from Mars. Some women
were even said to have run out, ...
The War of the Worlds by Sarah Crossland
LAR Online, Poetry
DIMINUENDO FOR THE SHORT FRENCH VERSE OF RILKE
It was believed he wrote less and less in German until he had to salvage
what was left by packing it quickly into one suitcase, a small ...
3 Poems by David Keplinger
LAR Online, Poetry
His eyes were always tearful; he wept sweet life away, in longing to go back home,
.......................since she no longer pleased him.
..............................................—Book 5, The Odyssey, ...
Calypso Keeps What She Finds by Sonia Greenfield
LAR Online, Poetry
In the near-dark of the suburban street lights
coming on, my father sits hunched in his garage,
refletching an arrow clamped on the workbench
he built. The carbon-black shaft of the arrow
is ...
Elegy with Arrows by William Fargason
LAR Online, Poetry
Hacer de Tripas Corazón
With lines by Ranier Maria Rilke and Joy Harjo
For beauty is nothing
................but the beginning of terror,
is what you must’ve thought
................when ...
2 Poems by Alexandra Lytton Regalado
LAR Online, Poetry
Closet I
For better or worse, I welcomed the misreading –
two women holding hands at a bus stop
in this part of the world couldn’t be more
than friends, yet somehow I found the city’s narrow ...
Closet I and II by Sahar Romani
LAR Online, Poetry
A Happy Ending
A ship isn’t built to stay safely tied to harbor. All the ways we wander and wave: the sails in the wind, the convex of their girth, the flummox of their flail.
The last decade, its nearing ...
2 Poems by Leah Umansky
LAR Online, Poetry
Alice from the office knows I am Taiwanese like her. Her desk is to my left, my seat is to her right, our coats are left and right of each other in the middle. Alice’s accent makes no apologies. Her gaze says I know ...
Alice Chats Sky by Tiffany Hsieh
LAR Online, Poetry
