Who’s parting?—El Flaco, my father.
As if I were in a casket, he contemplates my sleep.
My so-sticky-sweet father
does not wake me with a kiss. Ghosting me
without ...
The Leaking Roof of Time by Yessica Martinez
LAR Online, Poetry
Jerry Xiao, a high-school senior from Collierville, Tennessee, is an alumnus of the Iowa Young Writers' Studio and the Adroit Summer Mentorship Program. His writing has been published in Crab Creek Review, ...
Elegy in an Orchid’s Soil by Jerry Xiao
LAR Online, Poetry
August ends; the world outside dissolves
in warm rain. Dead flies float in pools
of gold, the tang of soap and vinegar rising
sharply in the heat. Aren’t we done with all this yet,
the peaches ...
Blue Hour by Hannah Hirsh
LAR Online, Poetry
In a corps, it matters less whose steps are whose, but still,
.....................a dissonance among them can unravel
the whole of the performance. Tonight, my little ...
For the Pianist on Smoke Break Outside the Grand Rapids Ballet Company by Andrew Collard
LAR Online, Poetry
I do a little dance for myself.
Turn to my husband and shout
It’s beer for dinner tonight, baby!
I have fun with myself.
I pull out the newborn
onesie with the graphic rainbow babe.
The ...
Not Pregnant Again by Whitney Koo
LAR Online, Poetry
John A. Nieves’ poems appear in journals such as: Iowa Review, American Poetry Review, American Literary Review, North American Review, and Southern Review. His first book, Curio, won the ...
Horizon Song by John A. Nieves
LAR Online, Poetry
Abigail Chang is a writer currently based in Taipei, Taiwan. Her work appears or is forthcoming from Fractured, Salamander, Room, CAROUSEL, Moon City Review, Cortland Review, Citron Review, the ...
2 poems by Abigail Chang
LAR Online, Poetry
The Neighborhood
Negotiating encounters
of difference, hemmed in
among lungwort
and drone glow,
Doughboy shot
the wrong
cop. Tomorrow’s
dew will be frost
trying to ...
2 poems by Adam Day
LAR Online, Poetry
to an open door. You walk up the staircasethat leads to a foggy morning,
and you see your grandfather waiting for youat the top of the stairs, his voice, like the slittingblades of grasses, cuts through your ...
In Your Dreams, Your Body is a Staircase by Ìfẹ́olúwa Àyàndélé
LAR Online, Poetry
