TWO GODS—I’d been told I shouldn’t touch you before we were sure the flights hadn’t spread infection. My platelets low these many monthslater, I had the kind of cough that wracks likelava spit from deepest ...
Two poems by Kevin Clark
LAR Online, Poetry
Twenty minutes away from this house is a house without rooms and cabinets and foal-dark carpeting and a womanwho wears my mother’s face to clean the dishes and the linoleum floors and the delicate white lace ...
The Face-to-Face Encounter by Chelsea Dingman
LAR Online, Poetry
There are no basements in my village. Must be something to do with the soil. لا توجد أقبية في ...
basements الاقبية by Mai Mageed ميمجيد and Ayat Hussein آياتحسين
LAR Online, Poetry, Uncategorized
Thank you for the interesting afternoon.It’s not something I’m really familiar with.If you set the mimesis beam too highyou no longer get to be self-referential,are no longer let into the secret societymade from all ...
Rise and Fall [56] by Daniel Ruiz
LAR Online, Poetry
Fairytale of Old Town Pasadena I’m waiting for your shift to end scooping baklava ice cream in an alley storefront better suited to hawking bacon-wrapped hot dogs to the drunks staggering home with sticky shoes from ...
Two Poems by Michael Juliani
LAR Online, Poetry
For Brooklyn
1.We stand in frontof the sink asbrush afterperfect brushshe fixes my hair I watchstrands fall herhands smoothingan endless process ofchecking rechecking– Does this hurt?I am so still as tonot ...
This Is How A Desert Moves by Rosalynn Blaisdell
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after Picasso’s sketch of Don Quixote (1955)There is a whole romantic tradition of failingto put this man and his moth-eaten mindin theatres. Welles had 300,000 feet of footage when he succumbed to a coronary; ...
Errant Knight by Anthony Borruso
LAR Online, Poetry
could they say “we’re pregnant” some other way this time I let pass what may be understood in a different context ...
Another Microaggression by Andrew Garvin
LAR Online, Poetry
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
