Abigail Chang is a writer currently based in Taipei, Taiwan. Her work appears or is forthcoming from Fractured, Salamander, Room, CAROUSEL, Moon City Review, Cortland Review, Citron Review, the ...
2 poems by Abigail Chang
LAR Online, Poetry
The Neighborhood
Negotiating encounters
of difference, hemmed in
among lungwort
and drone glow,
Doughboy shot
the wrong
cop. Tomorrow’s
dew will be frost
trying to ...
2 poems by Adam Day
LAR Online, Poetry
to an open door. You walk up the staircasethat leads to a foggy morning,
and you see your grandfather waiting for youat the top of the stairs, his voice, like the slittingblades of grasses, cuts through your ...
In Your Dreams, Your Body is a Staircase by Ìfẹ́olúwa Àyàndélé
LAR Online, Poetry
squats between a fact, an opinion, a belief, and a judgment,
and the difference between naked and nude is candied
fruit. Lesbians: they fall on you in the middle of the night.
It happens to the best ...
Mercy by Nicole Santalucia
LAR Online, Poetry
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
