i’m in church & i’m able
to focus on everything
but God. everyone’s singing,
busy being possessed by the spirit
& i’m just thinking of B & how
he wants to do shrooms sometime
next week ...
Ode to getting distracted in church by Alejandro Pérez
LAR Online, Poetry
Cardinalis cardinalis, NORTHERN CARDINAL
Elizabeth, I came upon a cardinal, its tail a red
...........silk scarf, the Magnolia tree a doorknob,
this world a door
..................................and I said open so ...
Two Poems by Cait Weiss Orcutt
LAR Online, Poetry
First runner-up in the 2018 Los Angeles Review Literary Awards, in the category of Poetry.
Final Judge: Douglas Manuel
Silver flowers—a blindman’s word,
give the blossom, not bullets—
of sugarcane rustled ...
This Is About Time by Naoko Fujimoto
Award Winners, LAR Online, Poetry
One Night, Just before Rain
I remember the small distances, the way we would hold them
like a cricket in our hands, how the darkness would turn
that distance into a throbbing song, something like the blood
rushing ...
Three Poems by John A. Nieves
LAR Online, Poetry
A being, who was pulled out of my body nine years ago,
is building a city of stone, stick, and tangled blue string
on top of what looks like a broken cage.
Scabs and mosquito bites speckle his legs and an elbow
and ...
Lines Written on Jasper Beach, Machiasport, Maine by K.A. Hays
LAR Online, Poetry
Wherever the earth is crag and scrub,
the goats are there1, nibbling on the new,
needing hooved others, and, last of all
refusing the slip on the scree
into the heap of the lonely,
the noisy, and the talked ...
Tragedy by Paula Stacey & Lindsay Stewart
LAR Online, Poetry
I row and my husband measures the depth of the pond with a length
of string. The scum at the surface has just frozen, so the rowboat
cuts like an icebreaker. The string is weighted down by a door hinge.
Four feet, six ...
Algae Bloom by Noelle O’Reilly
LAR Online, Poetry
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We’ve only had one really. My mom’s cousin Ronnie
who I almost never saw growing up. I was told
he went away to college in Boston and came back
bloated with a sick liver from the drinking.
A ...
A Short History of Artists in My Family by Craig Blais
LAR Online, Poetry
It’s questionable. The gun
pppppin your hands, some power, prowess, a stiff, dark recognition
that we become the objects we own—
pppppppppppppppppppppppAnd the deer
is muscle, is tendon-tight, ...
From the Deer Stand by Alison Palmer
LAR Online, Poetry
