Since you asked, I’m most alive in autumn.
A beautiful spectacle of death
and if that’s all life turns out to be, I still think it’s worth it.
As a whole the world is unbearable
but isn’t it ...
Since You Asked, I’m Most Alive in Autumn by James Kelly Quigley
LAR Online, Poetry
Fragment: Small Talk on Melancholia
In Lars von Trier’s film, Melancholia, Kirsten Dunst’s
character, Justine, tries to keep one step ahead of it.
You can see this in the first half of the film
where, ...
2 Poems by Cynthia Cruz
LAR Online, Poetry
Under a Sputnik-shaped lamp,
a Picasso print with three eyes.
My husband’s prosthetic eye
is as blue as the other.
After the surgery,
we had sex,
his eye under a ...
Airbnb Art by Christian Gullette
LAR Online, Poetry
One of you has slit a finger while opening
a parcel with the Exacto knife kept by
the front door, while the other is hanging
up a coat, tossing keys in a basket. There
is blood on one of your thighs. ...
Very Long Marriage by Elizabeth Jacobson
LAR Online, Poetry
When the Night Is Near as a Bird
whose nest has toppled,
and the bird seeks out the cotton
of your shirt to curl into— such a risk
the bird takes to love a human,
humans being such ...
When the Night Is Near as a Bird by Doris Ferleger
LAR Online, Poetry
Overnight, the land traded faces, brownstone roofs
newly suffocated in snow, and with nothing between
us but an open window, she and I sat, smoking,
shivering like a punishment, each with one hand out ...
Advance by Katherine Fallon
LAR Online, Poetry
They came in sputtering cars,
..................kicking the dirt trail to town,
....................................tossing empty Menthol boxes
in tall grass. They came
..................with gravel in ...
The Boys From Homer City by Clare Welsh
LAR Online, Poetry
There may be virtue in restraint—: in distance, drinking,
or—like the child left to cry—in letting your savings
be. How, if you hold still enough to sense the veins’
valves click shut up & down ...
A Love Reckless by Cate Lycurgus
LAR Online, Poetry
When She Speaks of the Fire
.................................she has to turn from it, so the story you hear
.................................is that of pines and twitching ...
When She Speaks of the Fire by Melissa Crowe
LAR Online, Poetry
