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The trick to cleaning up the lyrics of a song about sex, like Ariana Grande’s “Love Me Harder” is to swap the words and/or phrases about copulation for ones about singing. The family-friendly company that spells ...
Idolatree by Courtney Miller Santo
LAR Online, Nonfiction
Rivers in pipesburied rivers are screamingin voices of seaweed-eyed sirenslungs pierced by the spires of St. Anne’sthe rivers were left to babblein pipestheir water archived in fonds, in mapsthe rivers promise to ...
Three Poems by Alina Borzenkaitė Translated by Dave Seter
LAR Online, Translations
to learn things i didn’t know i didn’t know where love livedwhere love had taken shelter found refuge where it had hidden and whispered to itself and been patient and taken root decades of saying i ...
i made a drawing of myself by ire’ne lara silva
LAR Online, Poetry
(CW: Physical violence, self-harm, fatphobia, homophobia)
My mother hates the way I look. I hate the way she looks at me. I hate the way I look too. I am not bad looking. Five-feet-eight, medium build, caramel skin. ...
My Mother is a Cannibal by Priyanuj Mazumdar
Fiction, LAR Online
DEPTH CONTROL BY LAUREN W. WESTERFIELD
Review by Courtney Kersten
Publisher: Unsolicited Press
Publication Date: April 15, 2025
ISBN: 978-1-956692-94-5
Pages: 152
Louise Bourgeois’ Femme Maison series (1946-7) ...
Depth Control by Lauren W. Westerfield Review by Courtney Kersten
Book Reviews, LAR Online
Radio«Puedo escribir los versos más tristes esta noche.Escribir, por ejemplo, “La noche está estrellada…».Ese era Neruda desde un pequeño radio portátil de plástico,azul, con botones blancos, cuando yo tenía ...
Two Poems by William Archila, Translated into Spanish by Mario Zetino
Dual-Language, LAR Online, Poetry
“Do you remember when I told you about going skiing that one time with my family–when I was a teenager? And I met that girl and we hit it off, but something happened and I lost track of her and I didn’t know her ...
The Memory Place by Christopher Thomas
Flash Fiction, LAR Online
When I think of my mother, when I try to see her in my mind, I can only see her hands. Though they must have been beautiful once, in my memory, her hands are gnarled roots.
They’re calloused and yellowed by tobacco, ...
Every Tree is a Mother, Every Mother a Tree by M Jaimie Zuckerman
LAR Online, Nonfiction
SterilityOh, don’t have me return to my former painful life:don't you know that it would be like wanting to plant grain in a cemetery?And who would you want to eat of such breadtomorrow?Not even a hungry ...
Five Poems by Antonia Pozzi Translated by Amy Newman
LAR Online, Translations
