His eyes were always tearful; he wept sweet life away, in longing to go back home,
.......................since she no longer pleased him.
..............................................—Book 5, The Odyssey, ...
Calypso Keeps What She Finds by Sonia Greenfield
LAR Online, Poetry
In the near-dark of the suburban street lights
coming on, my father sits hunched in his garage,
refletching an arrow clamped on the workbench
he built. The carbon-black shaft of the arrow
is ...
Elegy with Arrows by William Fargason
LAR Online, Poetry
Hacer de Tripas Corazón
With lines by Ranier Maria Rilke and Joy Harjo
For beauty is nothing
................but the beginning of terror,
is what you must’ve thought
................when ...
2 Poems by Alexandra Lytton Regalado
LAR Online, Poetry
Closet I
For better or worse, I welcomed the misreading –
two women holding hands at a bus stop
in this part of the world couldn’t be more
than friends, yet somehow I found the city’s narrow ...
Closet I and II by Sahar Romani
LAR Online, Poetry
A Happy Ending
A ship isn’t built to stay safely tied to harbor. All the ways we wander and wave: the sails in the wind, the convex of their girth, the flummox of their flail.
The last decade, its nearing ...
2 Poems by Leah Umansky
LAR Online, Poetry
Alice from the office knows I am Taiwanese like her. Her desk is to my left, my seat is to her right, our coats are left and right of each other in the middle. Alice’s accent makes no apologies. Her gaze says I know ...
Alice Chats Sky by Tiffany Hsieh
LAR Online, Poetry
Too close...................... to call you but I’ll still
call you, sister, different ...................... rooms of the same
house ringing, and I’ll ramble ...................... down the stairs
until ...
Poem Mouthed to My TV, Election Week by Emma DePanise
LAR Online, Poetry
In the Instruction Manual for Where to Find You
all of the apostrophes have been removed
and recipes are scribbled onto every other page,
each one calls for duck fat and something ...
2 Poems by Matthew Otremba
LAR Online, Poetry
The Journalist
At the bar you read Lolita alone,
charm me with talk of Foucault and Bikini Kill,
I haven't seen a man read a book in months.
Later, I soak in the ceramic tub
at your apartment ...
3 Poems by Melanie Tafejian
LAR Online, Poetry
