Where the walls echo the laughter of the dinner table
Where the walls echo the laughter of the dinner table
Where the sun stains the counter, beming through the window
Where the floor imprints our every ...
Blooming Moons: 2 Poems by Aina Marzia
Blooming Moons
dream in which the world stays the same except for me
In the dream, I’m smaller, more tolerable. I’m better
at making flower crowns, my room is always clean,
and I can keep up with the rate ...
Blooming Moons: 2 Poems by Michelle Masood
Blooming Moons
I’ve been thinking about a question that a poet I love, Bhanu Kapil, poses in her hybrid poetry collection, The Vertical Interrogation of Strangers—How will we begin / How will we live now? In “Blooming ...
Blooming Moons Editor’s Note by Sarah Fathima Mohammed
Blooming Moons, LAR Online
Took a walk in the snow and didn’t want to
write, but I was thinking of you. I want to talk
to you about fear. In my younger years, I wished
that everything I put in my body would kill ...
I Want to Talk to You About the Weather by Mark Kyungsoo Bias
LAR Online, Poetry
On TV, astronauts land in Kazakhstan. Behind them, god,
the locusts—a welcoming party—proclaim no fear of God.
Folks came of age, once, under Chernobyl’s stars.
That was when a sabbatical ...
Ghazal No. 3 by M. Cynthia Cheung
LAR Online, Poetry
1.
Could there be a more beautiful name,
ocelli, for the false eyespots tattooed
on the wings of silk moths? Automeris io
with her blue-black eyes on butter-yellow
hind ...
Iridology: A Mapping / Jishin-no-ben by Lee Ann Roripaugh
LAR Online, Poetry
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
