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
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
