We will never learn to speak Spanish—our mother fights us every step of the way. She wants nothing to do with her father’s language, nothing that reminds her of him— including herself. We’ve seen the proof in the ...
Buen Provecho by Amina Gautier
Fiction, LAR Online
The day began before sunrise. Hong Insu woke to a house so dark and quiet it seemed submerged under water. He felt a presence in the room: a fragment of his mother’s unhappiness had slipped in through the wall and was ...
Have a Nice Day by Sera Yu
Fiction, LAR Online
The man you swore you’d marry is finally moving out, God bless him. You were starting to worry that he didn’t have a backbone. He’s shuffling about your room, blinking the wet out of his eyes, like a schoolboy ...
A Cat Called Charlotte Perkins Gilman Sam O’Brien
Fiction, LAR Online
The mood had come over him again, descending with the weight of a permanent state of affairs. He seemed hazy to himself and surrounded by questions he couldn’t answer. Other people went in and out of focus, his images ...
Haze by Glen Pourciau
Fiction, LAR Online
“How can a man of consciousness have the slightest respect for himself?”
—Fyodor Dostoevsky, Notes from Underground
I am a sick man. Fractured. You may wonder how I ended up on the roof, standing with my ...
Underground by Tariq al Haydar
Fiction, LAR Online
THE GIRL HEARS A HAMMERING AT THE DOOR. ARE THOSE COPS, HER MOMMA
SAYS JUST BEFORE THE GIRL MOVES TOWARDS THE SOUND.
Two fists pound, again, just before the girl opens the door.
Two cops tower ...
a Piece by Vanessa Saunders
Fiction, LAR Online
There was no beauty in the scene in front of Edna. She held a baby in her right arm; the left sagged empty with missing weight of a second. A ripe and bitter aura had come alive right when the babies were born; one blue ...
Tandem by Jamie Kahn
Fiction, LAR Online
I disappeared from the ranch in the summer, but every day was summer on the ranch.
Townspeople called it Manure Ranch, because the stench of cow shit made everyone in the commune stink. We really called ourselves ...
Cherry Picker by Shyla Jones
Fiction, LAR Online
I was at Tricky Rick’s house after school because my mom had a PTA meeting. While Tricky Rick’s mom took a bath, we poked around her closet and found a big box from Girl Scout cookies that didn’t hold Girl Scout ...
Tricky Rick by Michael Czyzniejewski
Fiction, LAR Online
