“Tomorrow belongs to those of us who conceive of it as belonging to everyone, who lend the best of ourselves to it, and with joy.” — Audre Lorde, “A Burst of Light”
“Joy is an act of resistance.” — Toi ...
Introducing LAR Latinx Digital Poetics: Resistance Through Joy
Electronic Lit, LAR Online, Poetry
I want to be like thoseWho worship the sacred sunOur children catch its rays through rifle sightsSeconds before becoming lightSo beautiful, the morningSo divine, they sayBut daybreak bleeds through bullet holesEach ...
When the Sun Becomes Shrapnel by Ahmad Ibsais
LAR Online, Poetry
Mag Gabbert is the author of SEX DEPRESSION ANIMALS, which won the Charles B. Wheeler Prize and the Writer’s League of Texas Book Award in Poetry; the chapbook The Breakup, which won the Baltic ...
Two Poems by Mag Gabbert
LAR Online, Poetry
The scab of the earth is a wide museum.I roam around in gigantic clothes,Striving to be unrecognizable.To give consequence to the peril of my inner world.I’m becoming a circle forever to fit you here.A closed system, ...
Strip Mall by Haley Joy Harris
LAR Online, Poetry
Your land of tornado my land of weathervane. How many are like me: in public, pressed and pleated. How many are like you: an ocean battered tree, roots in shallow sand. How many ways will you list, ...
We’ve Been Here Before by Emily Pérez
LAR Online, Poetry
Glory DaysMy god, I have no one left.I use payphones.*I will ask for lifefrom the branches of a treeon an abandoned streetwhere an old woman with a shopping cartsells masks and streamers for a child’s party*When I ...
Glory Days by Jesse Littlejohn
LAR Online, Poetry
Paper BoatsIn a wished life, my mornings opennot with the jolt of an alarmbut with the rustle of pages turning softly.In the margins of old bookswhere coffee spills are constellations,and cigarette burns stain ...
2024 Poetry Award Winner: Leonardo Chung
Award Winners, Poetry
T. De Los Reyes is a Filipino poet and author of And Yet Held (Bull City Press, 2024). Her poems have previously appeared or are forthcoming in Waxwing, Pleaides, Epiphany, Bellingham ...
My Sister Tells Me She Doesn’t Understand Why Anyone Will Love Her by T. De Los Reyes
LAR Online, Poetry
In addition to the heavy casket, there’s the crunch of weak ankles carrying it. The orange smeared on my hands is not from marigolds but from bug repellent layered on my exposed body. I’m not a fan of distraction ...
In the Meadow by Mercedes Rodriguez
Poetry
