No one tries to become a ghost.
But then you wake spectral
in the barrel of an empty shotgun
apartment like an unspent round.
Apart-ment. You lose your self in the erasure
of the city’s map: Independence ...
Unf n shed Bus ness by Benjamin Aleshire
LAR Online, Poetry
When she’s starving herself
When she lets her bones rise like the wreck of the Frances
at the convergence of minus tides, new moons,
after a winter of superstorms:
When you consider the thumb-sucking ...
Feast by Carla Panciera
LAR Online, Poetry
First runner-up in the 2020 Los Angeles Review Literary Awards, in the category of poetry.
Final Judge: Francisco Aragón
is the history of migration
even the continents refuse
to stay in one place
one day these ...
The History of the Earth by Miguel Angel Garcia, Jr.
Award Winners, LAR Online, Poetry
Winner of the 2020 Los Angeles Review Literary Awards, in the category of poetry.
Final Judge: Francisco Aragón
What world did I open
by finding you—forty dollars of
milk-pale beast. Each of our lives
started ...
Thrift Store Fur by Aimee Seu
Award Winners, LAR Online, Poetry
We invited them over, from their fields to ours.
To join us naked and playful, to give them
Hope. To watch us joyfully trample our own lands—
And witness the greening anew overnight.
Our fields. Paid for, no ...
Neighborly by Martha Rhodes
LAR Online, Poetry
Underground for years, cicada-like, it
surfaces, starts the sad, bright sawing:
my story of your story. Something triggers,
un-expectedly. Curly haired kid at the cash
register or the way a woman cups one ...
Should I Listen to the Trees by Jane Poirier Hart
LAR Online, Poetry
this is what too much heat does to the body:
grandfathers push grocery carts into the ocean
God on board, Vishnu among the vegetables
..........greased-up stars implode in the dailies and
when Venus grows all hot and ...
Paris is for Lovers by Grace Li
LAR Online, Poetry
An antler taps the glass before the sun comes on
this is how I’ll know it’s November
the deer fog-browsing for something more
a window’s drip a ditch pursing water
I carry myself ungently
from place to place I ...
The Deer House by Sara Michas-Martin
LAR Online, Poetry
Sing in me a dithyramb to salt,
epics of cardamom and sage.
Cypress trees, grow taller please.
Snails, commence your racing.
Let us stoke delicious bonfires
and jig unbridled every night
on the opium sands of ...
Invocation by Christopher Bakken
LAR Online, Poetry
