Some wise creature
once said that a child doubles her father’s vision,
so the snakeskin will be accounted for, filmy and useless,
and the sky will glow “like a sea built of fire,”
and the birds will never ...
Call It a Day by David Roderick
LAR Online, Poetry, Uncategorized
The Gold of Naples
Things kept reminding me of other things.
The old ladies in the street were my aunts.
A counterman at Caffè Mexico
was Totò in a soda fountain hat.
The rum babas were trumpet mutes.
My hanging ...
Three Poems by Erin O’Luanaigh
LAR Online, Poetry
..........I took you nowhere,
still shellshocked from the carpet bombing
..........at the end of first love,
still in awe of how quick
the turn from roses to reproach,
..........the hollowing out.
For third ...
Second Love by Ross White
LAR Online, Poetry
My Poems Keep Ending in Stars
Which means I can’t stop thinking
about the dying
passage of time. Which means I experience
flashing sensations, as from a blow
to the head. Sudden white spot
on the ...
Two Poems by Anne Barngrover
LAR Online, Poetry
Winner of the 2018 Los Angeles Review Literary Awards, in the category of Poetry.
Final Judge: Douglas Manuel
after Hanif Willis-Abdurraqib
The most quoted / Bible verse / told to you is / ...
In Defense of Genius by kwabena foli
Award Winners, LAR Online, Poetry
[First, there was the wandering episode,]
First, there was the wandering episode,
then the night I found our steak knives
in the fireplace, and then a secret code
my wife sensed in the electric beehives
of ...
Two Poems by Chris Hayes
LAR Online, Poetry
.....................................................in memoriam: Randy Pugh (1946-2017)
You thought I would need you to speak for me.
........I do not. Here I am again,
this time as the perennial question: ...
my own Eulogy by Robert Henriques
LAR Online, Poetry
As with anything, it begins
with a conversation. The perfumer
asks your blood type, your dog’s
name and temperament, the color
of the sky on your fourteenth birthday.
Tell her about the oil-metal scent
of your ...
Tailor-Made by Brianna Noll
LAR Online, Poetry
i come from the amber spell of fields, muddy shoals, fools lighting cigarettes in praise of night,
........from the barn-burning i come
from madmen imprisoned in thunder, heedless tumble of autumn’s last fire, ...
Heartland by Maxima Kahn
LAR Online, Poetry
