In the Instruction Manual for Where to Find You
all of the apostrophes have been removed
and recipes are scribbled onto every other page,
each one calls for duck fat and something ...
2 Poems by Matthew Otremba
LAR Online, Poetry
The Journalist
At the bar you read Lolita alone,
charm me with talk of Foucault and Bikini Kill,
I haven't seen a man read a book in months.
Later, I soak in the ceramic tub
at your apartment ...
3 Poems by Melanie Tafejian
LAR Online, Poetry
Exploding Head Syndrome
You are finally an adult and living with roommates in a house with a rickety banister and soft spots on the floor beneath the wrinkled carpet when your head begins exploding at night. First, ...
2 Poems by Cynthia Marie Hoffman
LAR Online, Poetry
In Heaven There Will Be No Bodies
which exist to tempt us, and move us
toward grace. I try and imagine
a bodiless place, full of holographic angels
and saints, walking through clouds or ...
In Heaven There Will Be No Bodies by Megan Pinto
LAR Online, Poetry
Just the other night
when a friend asked me Did that really happen I said, I think so
When I was about 9
lawn chairs goggles ketchup packets towels soggy paperbacks suntan oil twisted up into the ...
The Deep End, Rewind by Marietta Brill
LAR Online, Poetry
Twenty-Five
We were genuine
naugahyde when we met,
which is to say
we knew how to fake
our real feelings
with a side of vulnerability.
Sex helped, then ...
Two Poems by Fritz Ward
LAR Online, Poetry
ROWING, AND THEN LIGHT
The lines given me by the river, I’ll leave to the river.
Islands of sky flicker the brim, and then
light
on the tangled marsh.
Light where ...
Two Poems by Molly Spencer
LAR Online, Poetry
The trees are very unhappy to be trees,
unhappiness along my street, ancient live oaks.
Just like people, they long to be something else.
No one asked a cloud to be a cloud
or me human, a man. I’d ...
Cat at My Front Door Looking In by Peter Cooley
LAR Online, Poetry
..............................—for my mother (1923 – 2021)
You never felt as close
to the new shoveled earth as when,
echoed thud on wood still fresh
as the rending of ribbon pinned
over the ...
Translating the Dead by Nancy Naomi Carlson
LAR Online, Poetry
