The morning of my birth, the mill beside the hospital burned.
My father was standing at home
by a window, watching the horizon, his daughter
dying. So many small deaths have happened ...
Cosmology with Self-Ascending by Mary Helen Callier
LAR Online, Poetry
When I told my father, on the back porch in the last days of summer, that he would die in a matter of weeks or months, then invited my sisters at the screen door to join us on the patio to share the moment, Susan cried ...
Palestinian Superstitions by Edward Salem
LAR Online, Poetry
You say you rock razor blade shades,
strut under stadium lights. Like you’re
secure. Pop a bottle of exoneration,
free yourself of the punk & pussy childhood
foes pinned on you because they ...
Sequin-Stetted Teeth by Oak Morse
LAR Online, Poetry
Grace Mathews is a first year MFA student at San Diego State University and an intern forPoetry International. Her poems have been published in print editions of Open Ceilings andRed Wheelbarrow ...
Searching by Grace Mathews
Electronic Lit, Poetry
Final Judge: M. Soledad Caballero
night prowlers in fellowship by Waqas Khwaja
night prowlers in fellowship by Waqas Khwaja
submerged reefs
submarine canyons and spiked ridges
knobbled full of ...
Los Angeles Review 2023 Poetry Award: Waqas Khwaja
Award Winners, LAR Online, Poetry
To the Woman Dragging Her Son Across Water Street
Tell me what he’s done, and I’ll believe you.
Last week my own daughter
laid down on the floor of a Walgreens,
tried to ...
2 poems by Sarah Carson
LAR Online, Poetry
With Darlings
Alone I am at my very best but I seem always to be followed by darlings
darlings with sharp teeth or darlings with fuzzy bodies or darlings with big
bellies or darlings with wide ...
2 poems by Adele Elise Williams
LAR Online, Poetry
All summer, my son played with a boy
whose mother I never saw, and no one,
not the boy or his brother or his father
writing code on the porch, ever explained;
no one said divorce or ...
Opal by Jane Zwart
LAR Online, Poetry
It was kind of like a peripheral haunting when the snow fountain started to bloom– so many little ghosts popping up just beyond the front picture window, blossoms heavy with frost.
Planted in the shade, ...
The Snow Fountain (The Weeping Cherry) by Carey Salerno
LAR Online, Poetry
