Trash
When I walk during the pandemic, I study trash. First day
of school, no children on the street, high school shuttered. I wear
my dead mother’s raincoat. No one likes when I call her my dead ...
Trash by Nicole Cooley
LAR Online, Poetry
After the fires south of here but everywhere for life
left in the zone, a hundred-and-forty-five millimetres
of rain fell in about sixty hours and did the impossible — flooded
the side of the ...
On Helen Frankenthaler’s On the Cusp (1985) and the White-faced Heron, Circa… by John Kinsella
LAR Online, Poetry
Everybody Tells You That It's Going to Be Okay
but you remember middle school, that time you told your buddy the same thing. You’d spent the day trading cards. He’d lost one of yours in his cargo short pocket ...
Everybody Tells You That It’s Going to Be Okay by Ian Cappelli
LAR Online, Poetry
A selection of poems from The Animal Is Chemical by Hadara Bar-Nadav
Author’s note: The poems published in the Los Angeles Review are from my manuscript-in-progress The Animal Is Chemical. The central metaphor ...
Poems from The Animal Is Chemical by Hadara Bar-Nadav
LAR Online, Poetry
Prognosis
In my end is my beginning.
— T.S. Eliot
My father is all
at once. It is noon and widens
further into another
landscape of feet.
The words he uses are a measure
of the ...
2 Poems by Lauren Camp
LAR Online, Poetry
—from Poems À la minute
Daniel
My name. Shared with many others,
Dead and living, a few famous, most not,
Yet with each of whom I feel an elusive but undeniable
Kinship. Although meaningless ...
2 Poems by Daniel Lawless
LAR Online, Poetry
Author’s note: A novel-in-verse that retells the Noah’s Ark story on a container ship in the near future, Ceive traffics in dystopian grammars. After a catastrophic collapse of civilization, a woman named Val is ...
Excerpts from Ceive by B.K. Fischer
LAR Online, Poetry
The Obit Arrives
First the earth turned
very cold. The snow rose
from the ground. The shore
locked its shock of algae
up in ice. The geese
fleeced us, morphed
into wind chimes,
then made a ...
Two Poems by Matthew Kelsey
LAR Online, Poetry
I think of collapsed veins, of flumes and running water -
the redwoods funneled down some nightmare channel,
corpses carried miles from their ghost; empty saw mills
and how the dust settles so fine. I do not ...
On My Walk By the Blood Bank by McCaela Prentice
LAR Online, Poetry
