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
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—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
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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
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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
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And there was seen a marvellous brightness in the prison by the keepers.
...
And there appeared an horrible dragon… [I]t is said that he swallowed her in his belly, she making the sign of the cross, and the belly ...
My Given Name by Maggie Queeney
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53 Degrees North, 113 Degrees West
Only the hares walk on water
here. A layer of ice
between water & air. The difference
between latitude & longitude: a half
circle. ...
3 Poems by Chelsea Dingman
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for Cairo
......
Because I don’t want to indict my memory, I indict August. I accuse it of opening the door to the dream as I dreamed it. I was indifferent to the heat. Hungered for your touch like salt. ...
August by Sara Elkamel
LAR Online, Poetry
