I call my dogs with it, a blast of sound
that summons them from far across the grass,
and ...
Trench Whistle by Jehanne Dubrow
LAR Online, Poetry
Dear credible reader, dear believer, all the ample gratitude
for being here & looking through this blue-cone volcano.
I want to tell you about a refugee the bulk of a Duende
who has ...
Poem Series by William Archila
LAR Online, Poetry
We often sigh in unison.
We can’t decide how
to mourn springtime.
You say: let’s sculpt a clock
out of mist. You say:
let’s invent a sunlit delusion
that ...
Undone Parade by M. Drew Williams
LAR Online, Poetry
You know why I quit playing ballads?
Because I love playing ballads.
Miles Davis
once, a woman who claimed
she loved me carried me
down half a Brooklyn block
on the hood of her ...
on why Miles Davis quit playing ballads by Anthony Thomas Lombardi
LAR Online, Poetry
Instructions on Living Alone
after they delivered the couch. i cried. smelled the rotting pasta. at the top of last
night’s trash. it reminded me there's no one. to rot with or die next to. after ...
Two Poems By Arnisha Royston
LAR Online, Poetry
I
After Sunday another winter Monday,
and some hours after Monday’s midnight
his fourth week began. His fourth Tuesday
alone with her, still on the five-to-noon shift
he’d ...
A Few Minutes After Nine by Charles Douthat
LAR Online, Poetry
Heaven Knows
Some days, you wake up
and the light in the field is like swimming
or moving through clear fog, is something that pushes
back—not startling but steady pressure,
the ...
Two Poems by Anna V. Q. Ross
LAR Online, Poetry
Blood Poisoning
Eight generations of matriarchs
declared her the black ewe
in our lineage. And even from
a trunk in the attic, Aunt Nina's
stare follows me like a war recruitment
poster, ...
2 Poems by R. A. Allen
LAR Online, Poetry
There are ways to know the mother
will leave. She no longer cooks with Morton salt
though pressures rise like aspirations
and the soup still tastes of tears.
You often find her buried ...
Signs of Impending Matriarchal Departure or Fair? by Alafia Nicole Sessions
LAR Online, Poetry
