There was nothing more to it: I wanted the lobster. I stared at its bright red fabric, its drooping antennae, safely tucked between Nicholas's body and his arm, every afternoon during nap time while the other kids ...
Consider Stealing the Lobster by Jonathan McDaniel
LAR Online, Nonfiction
When I got to work in the morning everyone was standing in the parking lot and looking up as if there were an asteroid incoming, but it was only Margaret Wyman. She was standing naked on the edge of the building. Totally ...
Incident Report by Taylor Koekkoek
Fiction, LAR Online
Reviewed by Alix Anne Shaw
Ornament
Poems by Anna Lena Phillips Bell
University of North Texas Press, April 2017
$12.95; 84 pp.
ISBN-13: 978-1574416657
Anchored in the piedmont of the Carolinas, the ...
Book Review: Ornament by Anna Lena Phillips Bell
Book Reviews, LAR Online
How to Build an American House
What the saw wants once sapwood
has sung itself out. A hammer now
that all the nails are flush. A boy
after having most of his childhood
pulled from ...
Two Poems by John Sibley Williams
LAR Online, Poetry
I paid too much to stay the night in a bad motel in Nuevo Casas Grandes and woke grateful for morning, for I knew the cure for a bad Mexican night is a good Mexican breakfast. And the night had been bad, crossing the ...
Chasing the Cantaloupe Man by Donley Watt
LAR Online, Nonfiction
Because no one had ever paid much attention to the wall between the past and the present, it wasn’t until light from the past began to seep through into the present, and vice versa, that people noticed it was ...
Upkeep by Claire Bateman
Fiction, LAR Online
Reviewed by Jill Moyer Sunday
WHAT WE DO NOW: Standing Up for Your Values in Trump's America
Essays edited by Dennis Johnson and Valerie Merians
Melville House; January 2017
$15.99; 224 ...
Book Review: What We Do Now: Standing Up for Your Values in Trump’s America
Book Reviews, LAR Online
BEST FEVER EVER
Dawn’s got a choreography.
When the tall grass shakes out
the night bird and starts
a young fox howling in a ring
of redwood trees. Nothing
can prepare you for waking up.
Not a too-loud owl. Not ...
Two Poems by Christopher Salerno
LAR Online, Poetry
At a certain point, I realized I wanted to have children but not to raise them. So I packed up and moved myself to a hotel room across town. My wife, Rosie, sent me pictures in the mail. Our daughter Cynthia smiling ...
Snapshots by Bruce Johnson
Fiction, LAR Online
