And there was seen a marvellous brightness in the prison by the keepers.
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And there appeared an horrible dragon… [I]t is said that he swallowed her in his belly, she making the sign of the cross, and the belly ...
My Given Name by Maggie Queeney
LAR Online, Poetry
53 Degrees North, 113 Degrees West
Only the hares walk on water
here. A layer of ice
between water & air. The difference
between latitude & longitude: a half
circle. ...
3 Poems by Chelsea Dingman
LAR Online, Poetry
for Cairo
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Because I don’t want to indict my memory, I indict August. I accuse it of opening the door to the dream as I dreamed it. I was indifferent to the heat. Hungered for your touch like salt. ...
August by Sara Elkamel
LAR Online, Poetry
Instead of horns, think cello. Slow saw
of the bowstring, sing me an acre
of weeping spruces, a winter with red
details, the reek of a rotted tongue.
I swear I’m not as simple as the stories
make ...
The Wolf as Pick-Up Artist by Emily Rose Cole
LAR Online, Poetry
In the last hour of night, I lean into
a book that multiplies its pages.
A settling and a continuum:
bedding down of a sedentary body
and a story of an expanding universe.
For nearly three months I’ve ...
On an Island (New York City) by Joseph O. Legaspi
LAR Online, Poetry
After Children
Looking down at her,
dusk lace on one cream leg
a delicate form cast onto the white bed.
She looks like miles of divinity,
her black hair ...
After Children by Cristina Medina
LAR Online, Poetry
Riddle of the Seeker
How to love a blooming orchard
if you won’t eat its sour apples.
To ask for scented roses if you hate
the shit it feeds on. You know a pond ...
Riddle of the Seeker by Beverly Burch
LAR Online, Poetry
Bright Clutter
Because I read about space junk and glimpsed that image
of a Tesla, mannequin at the wheel as it shot past Mars,
today I see my nephew floating in the ocean. He travels
as molecules ...
Bright Clutter by Susan Cohen
LAR Online, Poetry
Pastoral
What to say of this era, which carries a blade in the pouch
of its cheek? RIP last year’s cactus. I still douse it in blue pixels
of Miracle Gro and run my thumb like a lover
under the ...
Pastoral & Palinode by Tyler Mills
LAR Online, Poetry
