Something there is that doesn't love a wall. The stiff earth bending a little. Something shimmers, something is hushed up. In Gaza with its ...
CENTO by Selena Spier
LAR Online, Poetry
Katherine Irajpanah is a writer and postdoctoral fellow at Dartmouth College. Her poems have been published or are forthcoming in the Colorado Review, Peripheries, Only Poems, California ...
Two Poems by Katherine Irajpanah
LAR Online, Poetry
When my mother first left Iran,she didn’t know she’d never return.No jewelry—just thyroid pills,a change of clothes, three photographs—one of me, gap-toothed, smiling.No suitcase could carrywhat she left ...
The Doorstep by Leila Farjami
LAR Online, Poetry
says God after several years of silence. Notin so many words, but the air at nine a.m. is coolthough it’s July, there’s not one but five (five!)stippled fawns high-stepping across the lawn like kidswho struck ...
I Feel I Owe You All an Apology by Celisa Steele
LAR Online, Poetry
after Saturn Devouring His Son by Francisco GoyaSometimes, I’ll go to the mountain. I count when I’m on the edge, three days of bliss between the plane rides. I met the family, I met the mother, the father, the ...
LONG DISTANCE, UP CLOSE by Diannely Antigua
LAR Online, Poetry
*Because I don’t believe in memoirs and because I was never the kind of precocious young person who is the sort of person whogrows up to become a writer, having kept meticulous and idiosyncraticrecords of their own ...
Brief Encounters with Famous Men by Kimberly Andrews
LAR Online, Poetry
Question everything: the creakof the bridge and the crookof the stair, be wary of the dry,knocking trees, the ochre inyour daughter’s eyes—trustnothing to be only what you askof it. Cherry blossomswill remain ...
THE POET’S GUIDE TO TRANSLATION by Arah Ko
LAR Online, Poetry
JoanIn March, Joan staged a photo of mefrom behind a bar as if she was the tender.I watched her spine curve in the mirrorbehind bottles.She thanked me in June:Thank you for the cuterock. She took the pebble and placed ...
Two Poems by Jess Eagle
LAR Online, Poetry
I look out my classroom windowand clock the empty air where atree stood for the first decade ofmy career.I once wrote a poem aboutsquirrels scurrying around itsboughs and trunk, but thosesquirrels turned up roadkill in ...
