My mother found solace in a man who kept sheep.
Sometimes she took me with her to his farm.
Our Chrysler climbed the mountain, my elbow crooked in slow air.
I didn’t know a mountain could be a farm.
On a ...
Periphery by Meg Shevenock
LAR Online, Poetry
Melanie H. Manuel is a Filipina American poet. She currently attends SDSU for her MFA in poetry. She is the Production Editor for PIOnline and teaches Rhetoric and Writing Studies. Her work has been ...
Unearthing by Melanie Manuel
LAR Online, Poetry
Dana Chiueh is a poet, programmer and journalist. She was a Levinthal Scholar and co-director of the Spoken Word Collective.
11 December ...
2 Poems by Dana Chiueh
LAR Online, Poetry
Compensating for the yaw of thyroxineI staged crossovers between Monet’s
Water Lilies. What comes back to meare epithets and rooms flowing into rooms;
there’s a prism and tuning fork at ...
Gestalt 1 by John Kinsella
LAR Online, Poetry
Car Fire
And so, delight and wreck teetered
in the late night, in the chassis
turned furnace, turned trembling
heartbeat of flame chasing air
for sky, run ragged from
the jet black it began ...
Two Poems by Willie James
LAR Online, Poetry
Rodney Gomez is a 2023 NEA Creative Writing Fellow and author of Arsenal with Praise Song (Orison Books, 2021), recipient of the Helen C. Smith Memorial Award from the Texas Institute of Letters. He ...
2 poems by Rodney Gomez
LAR Online, Poetry
My son’s pirate robe hangs in the closet
next to my coat. Dusty shoulders silver
the sunlight when I lift the hanger
to breathe him in. In dreams, I close
my eyes to fly over cities he’s ...
Miles by Dara-Lyn Shrager
LAR Online, Poetry
Artist StatementIn October of last year I flew home to take care of my mother after she fell off a ladder and shattered her heel bone in thirteen places. While at home, I discovered a cache of Polaroid photographs of my ...
POLAROIDS BY NICK MARTINO
Poetry
Who’s parting?—El Flaco, my father.
As if I were in a casket, he contemplates my sleep.
My so-sticky-sweet father
does not wake me with a kiss. Ghosting me
without ...