With Darlings
Alone I am at my very best but I seem always to be followed by darlings
darlings with sharp teeth or darlings with fuzzy bodies or darlings with big
bellies or darlings with wide ...
2 poems by Adele Elise Williams
LAR Online, Poetry
Before
“I hope I’m not boring you,” he said.
“What do you mean?” I said.
“Look, that’s what it says here.”
My husband, balanced on the bottom step of a broad stairway of the detached, ...
A Frail Perishable Thing by Frances Hider
LAR Online, Nonfiction
I knew it was going to be a bad day when Eliana called. I was playing hooky, walking through a white-walled art gallery, beneath a helix of tiny red, blue, and green sports cars suspended by hundreds of thin wires. ...
Say a Prayer for the Pretender by Alli Cruz
Fiction, LAR Online
As a child I used to climb our apple tree up close to the power lines where I could hear them crackling. My mouth-watered and fingers tingled when I imagined touching the wires. Our tree had knotty skin with crooked ...
Fracture by Michael Harper
Flash Fiction, LAR Online
Puebla by Brent Ameneyro
Review by Mariam Ahmed
Publisher: Ghost City Press
Publication Date: August 25, 2023
Number of pages: 14
A Poet Distilled: Book Review of Brent Ameneyro’s ...
Puebla by Brent Ameneyro Review by Mariam Ahmed
Book Reviews, LAR Online
All summer, my son played with a boy
whose mother I never saw, and no one,
not the boy or his brother or his father
writing code on the porch, ever explained;
no one said divorce or ...
Opal by Jane Zwart
LAR Online, Poetry
A police officer pulls me out of school my first day of first grade. Or is it my second day? Am I called to the front office, or does she march into our classroom? Do I even go to school that day, or does my mother ...
A Child’s Body by Sarah Ruth Jansen
LAR Online, Nonfiction
Jane wears jeans with deep pockets for water bags. She was underweight at the last blood bank. At this one, filling out the form, she pauses over the blank for occupation. Blood donor seems suspicious. She tries to ...
Trapeze Artist by David Serafino
Fiction, LAR Online
We don’t come out as boys – not the first time, the second time, or the third. But we don’t give up the first gasp of air. We don’t know what we did wrong. We don’t see you, we don’t see you, we don’t see ...
Infanticide by Reema Rao-Patel
Flash Fiction, LAR Online
