The first day of my sophomore year of high school, I signed up for theater club. In three years, I would be eighteen, and my plan was to pack my belongings and ride a bus to L.A., where I would audition for roles in ...
High School for Dummies by Tatiana Schlote-Bonne
LAR Online, Nonfiction
Case Study House No. 8
Charles and Ray Eames, 1949
Pacific Palisades
The walls are sneaker-bright—Mondrian
cubes rendered in lead oxide. Once
the baby can stand in her crib, she peels
away the ...
3 Poems by Claire Christoff
LAR Online, Poetry
The father watches his children leave on a boat bound for Wales, and he carries with him this miraculous feeling of joy, a tangible entity with structure and shape, the size of a lemon, sticky and sweet, and as he ...
Hiraeth by Sean Dolan
Flash Fiction, LAR Online
Letting the Sound Wake You: Renée Gregorio’s Abyss & Bridge
A Taos Press, 2021
In Renée Gregorio’s latest collection Abyss & Bridge, the narrator of the poem “12 Crop Circles: India” is told: ...
Letting the Sound Wake You: Renée Gregorio’s Abyss & Bridge review by Devon Balwit
Book Reviews, LAR Online
And imagine Jesus walking in the desert,
drinking date shakes, noticing the giant statue
of Marilyn has disappeared. Nothing lasts forever,
he shakes his head. He checks into the motel
Frank Sinatra was ...
I Confuse Palm Sunday with Palm Springs by Jeannine Hall Gailey
LAR Online, Poetry
Celeste and Rory were cleaning up. Rory collected cracker crumbs in the palm of his hand as he picked them out of the shag rug beneath their coffee table. He faced away from Celeste, even as she circled the room ...
Cleanup by J. Arthur Scott
Flash Fiction, LAR Online
the sky,
cast to the four winds, doesn’t resemble
itself.
this is the margin
we are drawn into.
the rapture of birds:
to their weightlessness; raptors —
the ...
2 Poems by Anna Glazova Translated by Alex Niemi
LAR Online, Translations
There is a term for post-mortem ashes: cremains.
A portmanteau of bone, hair, skin, whatever fabric
(a gown, sweats, a tattered t-shirt) draped the corpse
when the attendant or nurse wheeling the ...
A Stitched-Together Sestina by Connor L Simons
LAR Online, Poetry
“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
