I wore a gown
and thanked my dad
who is dead
but would be proud
that I won
enough staring contests
with necktied sociopaths
to buy a house
and fill the tub
with ...
A TV Writer Gets Her Due by Sera Gamble
LAR Online, Poetry
Let’s learn the physics
Of ducklings
Their desperate love
The missing data
Only deepens it
This dandelion feeling
Of the eyes
Tears like
Little feet kick
There
Is the ...
Dover Beach by Michael Grinthal
LAR Online, Poetry
a hawk circles the air above me—defying
everything i know of motion—this body
cracks now each morning, night
has its own aches—you’re too
young to feel this way
they say i carry
the weight of ...
case study while running – by Hailey Gross
LAR Online, Poetry
Eventually, people grew out of people.
................People crying into their porchetta.
People thinking their complexities
................into mush. People performing kind acts
in bad ...
The Decline and Fall of the Roman Empire by Matthew Tuckner
LAR Online, Poetry
A Poem for Painters Conceptual Artists
—after John Wieners
The hand bereft.
How can the wall show it?
I look for grief, or mischief.
The floor is scratched with want of story.
Only in the ...
2 Poems by Eva Heisler
LAR Online, Poetry
Yaccaira Salvatierra’s poems have appeared or are forthcoming in POETRY Magazine, The Nation, Huizache, and Rattle among others. Her collection, Sons of Salt, is forthcoming with BOA Editions in 2024. ...
2 Poems by Yaccaira Salvatierra
LAR Online, Poetry
after Rick Barot
When any word is called for, say
that I am with. When weeds grow
taller than the grass, that is persistence.
An earthquake swings the house,
that is time’s pendulum. ...
If there be any virtue or any praise by Anna Gasaway
LAR Online, Poetry
i want a black bob and French fluencylike Anna Karina
i want to look melancholyin a seductive type of way
instead i have Bright Eyes lyricstangled in my hair
and dried bloodaround my ...
Self Portrait as an Anna Karina GIF at 17 by Cloud Delfina Cardona
LAR Online, Poetry
How awkward that nothing significant changes.
My lover lifts my shirt with every kindness
I’ve typically found inconsequential to sex.
The Texas breeze holds its hands in my face, says
Know how to name ...