The Old Country
That was our future: the riverbanks tamed
with brickwork, the train timetable listing
missing stops, our town’s surviving industries
of young beauties, liquor stores, ...
2 Poems by Megan Harlan
LAR Online, Poetry
Goes by Mark Irwin
Goes the jet laying down its shadow, grazing
rapid ground. Goes the clone undoing species. Goes
the email’s whoosh alone to others. Goes the boy abused to field. Goes
his kite ...
2 Poems by Mark Irwin
LAR Online, Poetry
Leaf-keep, un-sibyl; if the soul
......Has the weight of a swallow, what less
......Has the weight of a sip?
............-Joyelle McSweeney, “Tea-Strainer”
I tick, lip-quiver, my head hung low and ...
Self-Portrait as Suicide by Isabelle Doyle
LAR Online, Poetry
Split
Down the middle
On the one end
I have Her
The American dream
Her faith on the back burner
On the other end
We have Her
The one who beams
At the thought of god
Who thinks of nothing ...
Blooming Moons: a Poem by Mira Hammoud
Blooming Moons, LAR Online
The perfect Hijabi
Hijabi, a woman who wears the hijab,
Hijabi, a woman frowned upon in this world,
Hijabi, a woman looked down upon by her community.
She tugs at the ends of my hijab, thinking about how she ...
Blooming Moons: 2 Poems by Simra Shadood
Blooming Moons, LAR Online
ornate
[herᆞgrade 5]
“Tomorrow is Eid, so school will be closed. It’s a Muslim holdiay. Is anyone here Muslim?”
silence.
“Anyone? Does anyone know about Eid?”
followed by silence.
“Okay, ...
Blooming Moons: 2 Poems by Aieshah Ashfer
Blooming Moons, LAR Online
Confidence
“You’re so quiet!”
“Since when did you become so shy?”
“You need to speak up louder, please.”
These were the things she heard all day.
At school,
at home,
from her ...
Blooming Moons: 2 Poems by Ariti Gani
Blooming Moons, LAR Online
Little Girl
Little girl smiling so bright her eyes shining and full of joy
The strangers who pass can see the gaps in her teeth,
As she laughs with her brother while their mother is buying groceries
Don’t ...
Blooming Moons: a Poem by Ayat Elbahlaoui
Blooming Moons, LAR Online
Treehouse-dwellers
We are foreigners.
We live in these houses,
yet have no home.
In the same neighbourhood,
with little expectation of neighbourliness.
In this diverse city,
yet not ...
Blooming Moons: a Poem by Ariana Nazem
Blooming Moons, LAR Online
