When everything ends start walking east until you hit the slabs. See salvation painted on a mountain warning you to keep off the boat rusting alone in the dunes. ...
Slab City by Laura Ribitzky
LAR Online, Poetry
May 2, 2026, Los AngelesWhen my grandmother died in Iran years ago, I found out about it from an Instagram post. My cousin Salar's wife, who I've never met, had posted a black screen with white text in Farsi; I had to ...
Sixty Four Days by Shaya Tayefe Mohajer
LAR Online, Poetry
Coin-feed. Fluorescent vibrating,a cold sleeping animal. My skirts and pantyhose,singed wings that died over a black lawn,all in the drum’s bright cave. The same convex,plastic cavern where we played in the ...
The Laundromat by Jaia Bashir
LAR Online, Poetry
- The time Jesse, Bill, and I got high and ran through the woods from the cops- what happened with those girls in the trees by their house when I was five- Viv’s depression ...
Things I Never Wrote About by Nicholas Rys
LAR Online, Poetry
Over soup she said You’ve hardly cried this yearThen I rubbed my eyes hands covered in the jalapeno I’d broken into my brothShe said Keep blinking Steam clung to the starless windows but I saw nothingI was ...
Capsaicin and Ars Poetica by Shelby Handler
LAR Online, Poetry
Lake GardaI’m sorry. I hated all the men I met in Italy, but charmed them anyway. Drank limoncello during the day and spent too much on gogglesso I could see the waggling troutup close. On the mollusk husks and sharp ...
Two Poems by Sara Kaplan-Cunningham
LAR Online, Poetry
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
