There was a thrum of music, and even now, it is playing,as the dusk turns purple like a woman. A friend tellsme of the moment when he first spottedthe one he would love. She stood, he says, silhouettedby a sky whittled ...
November nights by Loisa Fenichell
LAR Online, Poetry
It could be yesterday
I was standing in the yard
with three joints, folding
my hands over them
in a kind of prayer,
lighting one
after another to toke
deeply ...
I Almost Forget by Matthew Nienow
LAR Online, Poetry
SIN DOCUMENTOS
Of God, we only understood His wrath, and still, we spoke about Him
as if He were an older brother. Another one of us: brown and buzzed cut,
running into the ditch, learning about the ...
2 poems by Eduardo Martínez-Leyva
LAR Online, Poetry
Under the Florida sun’s stern gaze,
parents too busy
fighting to watch us in the yard,
my brother and I hunt
for lizards in the loquat trees
brimming with mini-suns,
chase them skittering ...
Young Lizard Kings by Ariel Francisco
LAR Online, Poetry
The coroner is a crooner
who sings the lyrics of the dead written on the flesh of instruments now broken.
Laid out in a row along a raucous river:
the books and pencils that the four-eyed scholars left ...
The Coroner Is a Crooner: A Queer Exquisite Corpse by Steven Cordova
LAR Online, Poetry
Amy
My whole life I’ve had a gay aunt
& never knew it.
So obvious—went to Smith, no kids,
joked to us: “I forgot to get married!”
There was the lore of boyfriend ...
2 Poems by Grant Chemidlin
LAR Online, Poetry
Sunday afternoon blizzard on the easternmost pointof North America—early mountain standardmeans my Momma’s at church. I can’t sleep late anymore.Instead I mope, cast hard shadows on blue & purple walls,walls ...
Poisoned by S.A. Leger
LAR Online, Poetry
Arnisha Royston is a Pushcart Nominated poet from Los Angeles. Having started in Spoken Word and moved closer toward the written page, Arnisha is drawn to poetry that is intimate and urgent, with ...
3 poems by Arnisha Royston
LAR Online, Poetry
after K. Iver
Start when my grandparents were fifteen.
The first time. They stood at an altar.
Hand-in-. Hand. They lied. Said they were.
Of age. This time. Their parents don’t ...
Family History Rewrite by Jaz Sufi
LAR Online, Poetry
