Second Life
I’ve come to the end
of the fountain pen refill you gave me
after a rainy day of wrestling
a poem. These drops have no desire to fall
along the afternoon’s wet periphery—
they remain suspended ...
3 Poems Translated by Calvin Olsen
LAR Online, Translations
Zander just had time to mistake Wilma’s wristwatch for his own when he fell through a time warp into outer space. A meteor, wheeling past, blew him to smithereens.
Smithereens, Kansas, was a very small ...
Warp(s) by Beth Rubinstein Bosworth
Flash Fiction, LAR Online
In Heaven There Will Be No Bodies
which exist to tempt us, and move us
toward grace. I try and imagine
a bodiless place, full of holographic angels
and saints, walking through clouds or ...
In Heaven There Will Be No Bodies by Megan Pinto
LAR Online, Poetry
People go to Emily Dickinson’s house for all kinds of reasons, most of which include a desire to see the room where she famously wrote poems one might want to write someday. Other people go because they are tourists, ...
What a House Can Hold by Laura Gill
LAR Online, Nonfiction
On My Husband by Rumena Bužarovska
Translated from Macedonian by Paul Filev
McLean, IL/Dublin: Dalkey Archive Press
2019
128 pages
$15.95
Review by: Eva Dunsky
In the United States as of late, we’ve ...
My Husband Review by Eva Dunsky
Book Reviews, LAR Online
Just the other night
when a friend asked me Did that really happen I said, I think so
When I was about 9
lawn chairs goggles ketchup packets towels soggy paperbacks suntan oil twisted up into the ...
The Deep End, Rewind by Marietta Brill
LAR Online, Poetry
A Piece of Mountain
By: Sholeh Rezazadeh
Translated by: Sophie Atkins
There’s snow on the Mishoodaghi mountains. The sun is shining on my face and the cool mountain breeze blows across my cheeks. From ...
A Piece of Mountain Translated by Sophie Atkins
LAR Online, Translations
Body position as Rorschach test. Arms wide, Jesus on the cross—one leg stretched, one tucked, Jesus on the cross—elbows in—out—mimicking your lungs now and you can believe instead you’re a true jellyfish. You ...
A Frame by Melissa L. Amstutz
Flash Fiction, LAR Online
Twenty-Five
We were genuine
naugahyde when we met,
which is to say
we knew how to fake
our real feelings
with a side of vulnerability.
Sex helped, then ...
Two Poems by Fritz Ward
LAR Online, Poetry
