to learn things i didn’t know i didn’t know where love livedwhere love had taken shelter found refuge where it had hidden and whispered to itself and been patient and taken root decades of saying i ...
i made a drawing of myself by ire’ne lara silva
LAR Online, Poetry
Radio«Puedo escribir los versos más tristes esta noche.Escribir, por ejemplo, “La noche está estrellada…».Ese era Neruda desde un pequeño radio portátil de plástico,azul, con botones blancos, cuando yo tenía ...
Two Poems by William Archila, Translated into Spanish by Mario Zetino
Dual-Language, LAR Online, Poetry
When you walk through the anteroomthere are geraniums placed purposefullyon the entryway table, as if they have been waiting for you.Did you notice them, the geraniums?The color is a grayish blue, a slight mauve,but ...
The Anteroom by Daniel Mills
LAR Online, Poetry
Hard leather valid as the exchange between AJ & Free, solid as the greasefrom the hour prior I cooked intoa charade of dark. I’ve heard love is known by three names though it has only shared one with me. I shout ...
Pelle Pelle by Olatunde Osinaike
LAR Online, Poetry
Arin and Rachel take shrooms on the same dayI skip my meds so we can all trip together.Every time I am sitting with friends on a blanket at Grange Park at 6pm drinking carton rosé I’m like,This is what I was born to ...
I Love My Friends by Rob Macaisa Colgate
Poetry
for A.E.M.There’s nothing obscure about our sorrow— no reason to coin new terms for this needto pace the suddenly bare room wailing,wadded tissues scattered ...
After Chemo Failed by Dawn Manning
Poetry
ANSWERWe cook fish in the dark. All day I thinktoday is yesterday. I soak a video in saltwater. There I return tothe inky sea of childhood. There is nothing to eat. Spring fallsin layers: first the naked green ...
Two Poems by Julia Anna Morrison
Poetry
It’s a sin to call the horses beautifulbut they were, their hooves a miracleflaring fire with each beat—I shouldn’t remember it this way,but it was August. Or December.Creepers choked trashcans & stucco,the ...
Only Once Driving to Cincinnati by Kirk Schlueter
Poetry
Rothko wanted to paint basic human emotion. So he painted red over red over red. Behind the colour he was looking for light. In 1942 he painted The Sacrifice of Iphigenia, where Iphigenia is not a girl, but a black ...
Rothko/ On Fear by Ollie Cowley
Poetry
