The scab of the earth is a wide museum.I roam around in gigantic clothes,Striving to be unrecognizable.To give consequence to the peril of my inner world.I’m becoming a circle forever to fit you here.A closed system, ...
Strip Mall by Haley Joy Harris
LAR Online, Poetry
Your land of tornado my land of weathervane. How many are like me: in public, pressed and pleated. How many are like you: an ocean battered tree, roots in shallow sand. How many ways will you list, ...
We’ve Been Here Before by Emily Pérez
LAR Online, Poetry
Glory DaysMy god, I have no one left.I use payphones.*I will ask for lifefrom the branches of a treeon an abandoned streetwhere an old woman with a shopping cartsells masks and streamers for a child’s party*When I ...
Glory Days by Jesse Littlejohn
LAR Online, Poetry
Paper BoatsIn a wished life, my mornings opennot with the jolt of an alarmbut with the rustle of pages turning softly.In the margins of old bookswhere coffee spills are constellations,and cigarette burns stain ...
2024 Poetry Award Winner: Leonardo Chung
Award Winners, Poetry
T. De Los Reyes is a Filipino poet and author of And Yet Held (Bull City Press, 2024). Her poems have previously appeared or are forthcoming in Waxwing, Pleaides, Epiphany, Bellingham ...
My Sister Tells Me She Doesn’t Understand Why Anyone Will Love Her by T. De Los Reyes
LAR Online, Poetry
In addition to the heavy casket, there’s the crunch of weak ankles carrying it. The orange smeared on my hands is not from marigolds but from bug repellent layered on my exposed body. I’m not a fan of distraction ...
In the Meadow by Mercedes Rodriguez
Poetry
So little of my work gives you joy.My vocab so little. The moon cares about so little.From you I’ve heard so little. The window unit drips.So little love you gave to the azaleas that I grew.When I write, I think so ...
Serenade by Weijia Pan
LAR Online, Poetry
The summer is fleeting & I am young & I refuse to find myself within the haunted housecalled my home -- my father stripping the walls to their flesh then abandoning them, the skeleton of the ancient tin ceiling ...
With Which A Fox Blooms In The Winterport Graveyard by Denise Bickford Hopkins
LAR Online, Poetry
Mom is cooking Saluna.Lamb stew boiling and eggplants frying, ginger and turmeric permeate the house.The oval satinwood table and four Chromcraft leatherdining game chairs fill the middle of the kitchen.I’m 13, taking ...
In the Middle of the Kitchen by Nabeal Twereet
LAR Online, Poetry
