I.
But it’s January, and I think it’s a bee. No matter—
your prized thought is a star hung strangely in the sky,
a saucer of light reflecting mistakes
retold, maybe even a dinner party of families, ...
Uncovered at the Falls by Adam Clay
LAR Online, Poetry
The patron saint of dykes knows you’re queer. Just knows. There isn’t a femme alive who is invisible to her.
Pray to the patron saint of dykes for pronouns that fit like your skin never did. Pray for your softball ...
Patron Saint of Dykes by Audrey R. Hollis
Fiction, LAR Online
Child Sleeping with a Hand on Her Heart
I pledge allegiance
...........to the sun and snow,
the grass and wind
...........and rain, the trees,
my pink rose dress,
...........and everyone I know.
I pledge ...
Two Poems by George David Clark
LAR Online, Poetry
Pablo
I opened my front door to let in some light and fresh air. A small dog wandered down the center of the street. On impulse I grabbed my cap and some small dog treats left over from my deceased Jack Russell. ...
Three Stories by Jim Peterson
Fiction, LAR Online
ME
I was sixteen when I discovered my perversion for women. “Mine.” That was the perversion. I’d learn that everyone has emotional baggage of some kind and “Mine” was mine. My step mother told me my Dad was ...
Me Moy Men by C G Welles
LAR Online, Nonfiction
Reviewed by Sophia Ihlefeld
We Are Displaced: My Journey and Stories from Refugee Girls Around the World
Nonfiction by Malala Yousafzai
Little, Brown and Company
$12.50, 244 ...
Review: We Are Displaced by Malala Yousafzai
Book Reviews, LAR Online
i.
I came to the wheat field
to look for my sister
but my sister was not there
there was only sunlight
fanning the silence
and getting all over
the things that it owned
and the taste of the ...
The Wheat Field by Matthew Gellman
LAR Online, Poetry
On New Year’s Eve 2011 I almost killed a friend. I was twenty-three and for the previous three months I’d been helping my boyfriend sell drugs in San Diego. He’d been a college football star who’d fallen just ...
Rolling by Clea Bierman
LAR Online, Nonfiction
When the witch pulled us from the oven, we were beautiful, Hansel. Our hair turned from cinders to flaxen strands, our skin thickened, sweaters knitted themselves across our chests, wooden shoes cooled and hardened on ...
Hansel and Gretel in Reverse by Dara Elerath
LAR Online, Poetry
