translated by Allana Noyes
Ambrosia prayed for the rain that soaked the buildings down to their foundations, and the howling wind made its presence felt until dawn when it finished by smashing the houses to pieces. ...
Ambrosia Prayed for Rain By Noé Blancas-Blancas
LAR Online, Translations
Because I thought it was raining, I leaned back
into a deeper part of myself. Womb-like, safe.
The house was sturdy, would survive high winds,
though none were on the radar. Why did I think
it was raining? It ...
At the End of Each Sentence by Jeff Hardin
LAR Online, Poetry
Eight Years Later to the Day
Ice. Blue. Dark sky. Well below zero. A blizzard across the staircase. The wooden steps were old and worn slippery. Red PJs blue snow boots and dad’s red dressing gown thick and warm. The ...
Two Flash Essays by Sarah Leamy
LAR Online, Nonfiction
reviewed by Brian Finney
Utopia Avenue
David Mitchell
Random House, July 14, 2020
$17.28; 592 pp.
ISBN: 978-0812997439
It is five years since David Mitchell released his last novel, Slade House (2015). ...
Review: Utopia Avenue by David Mitchell
Book Reviews, LAR Online
Saw my brother in a wolf, in wildflowers
climate change, bobcats, javelina, and praying
mantis, lilac scent, laughter. Saw him howling
himself back onto the sidewalk of his life
before he lay his body in front of a ...
Missing by Mary Morris
LAR Online, Poetry
The illness had been buried in the genes—James’ mother had it and her mother too—so it was no surprise to Janie when James began to disappear into various rooms of their house and transform them into whatever ...
You Can’t Follow Him There by Lisa Bubert
Fiction, LAR Online
translated by Sarah Timmer Harvey
previously published in the Dutch-language literary magazine De Revisor
At last, I can paint the central figure onto the canvas. The background is done: the green of the fig trees ...
RGB by Lucia van den Brink
LAR Online, Translations
Some wise creature
once said that a child doubles her father’s vision,
so the snakeskin will be accounted for, filmy and useless,
and the sky will glow “like a sea built of fire,”
and the birds will never ...
Call It a Day by David Roderick
LAR Online, Poetry, Uncategorized
When the electrical pole fell in the alley, knocking out the power on our block, Tony and I knew there was nothing to do but sit on the porch and wait. I poured us each a little whiskey over ice and we sat in teal ...
In the Apocalypse by Liz Shulman
LAR Online, Nonfiction
