I’m always [ ]ing as if I were compromised.
As if I were about to be called to hand like a tool.
The heartbeat of my hands is the repetitive task.
Empathy originates in the body, according ...
Self-Portrait (The Mother Mill) by Kirstin Allio
Flash Fiction, LAR Online
“I can’t find your left ovary.”
In a very compromising position, I asked the ultrasound tech what she meant. Before responding, she requested I push down with my left hand low on my belly, where I knew my left ...
Elusive Ovary by Jenn Director Knudsen
LAR Online, Nonfiction
Over soup she said You’ve hardly cried this yearThen I rubbed my eyes hands covered in the jalapeno I’d broken into my brothShe said Keep blinking Steam clung to the starless windows but I saw nothingI was ...
Capsaicin and Ars Poetica by Shelby Handler
LAR Online, Poetry
Girl Trouble by Diana Whitney
Reviewed by Aline Soules
Publisher: CavanKerry Press
ISBN: 978-1960327192
Publication Date: April 7, 2026
Pages: 96
The title Girl Trouble and the dedication “for the survivors” ...
Girl Trouble by Diana Whitney Reviewed by Aline Soules
Book Reviews, LAR Online
Day One
September. The hotel. It was supposed to be beautiful. It was, after all, named after Jay Gatsby, and located on a French side street. The emerald green walls, like a signature. They left their luggage at the ...
All That Was Promised by William Pei Shih
Fiction, LAR Online
I can be many people: partner, friend, child, sibling. But I can’t really be a woman, I tell myself. Not like I was.
The empty toilet has also told me this, time and time again. Still I sit, cramped in the ...
Between the Legs by Madison Chapman
LAR Online, Nonfiction
RitualsI don’t know if lifewill always be this brink betweenadolescence and adulthoodthe salty high of cryingonce a day at leastOr this desireto stop explaining existenceHungerthe need for heatfor sexwithout ...
Two Poems by Daniela Prado Translated by Lizzie Fox and Jeannine Marie Pitas
LAR Online, Translations
Lake GardaI’m sorry. I hated all the men I met in Italy, but charmed them anyway. Drank limoncello during the day and spent too much on gogglesso I could see the waggling troutup close. On the mollusk husks and sharp ...
Two Poems by Sara Kaplan-Cunningham
LAR Online, Poetry
When Edwin was five his parents took him to see their elderly neighbor, Mr. Yeager, who was dying at home in a rented hospital bed. Edwin’s father explained that the bed could be raised up or down and it had wheels, ...
Deathbed by Kris Willcox
Flash Fiction, LAR Online
