I can’t really enjoy the trip until I put the car in neutral, once the left front and back tires hook on the track and the sprays of water shoot through the hoses and the rubber flaps slap the car. It's not an ...
Car Wash Bravado by Liz Rose Shulman
LAR Online, Nonfiction
In the hour in the morning just before day, we set fire to the bean field in the middle of rain. The green turned to orange, and then red, & then flames caught the fat bulb of the crocus at the edge of the grave. ...
Same Dream by Ally Young
LAR Online, Poetry
So, Terry is in the middle of the cul-de-sac with a screwdriver in either hand: a Black & Decker and a Grey Goose & Tropicana. He twists his lips at the first sip. Must’ve just brushed his ...
Training Wheels by Yance Wyatt
Flash Fiction, LAR Online
As Long as Trees Take Root in the Earth and Other Poems
Poems by Alain Mabanckou, translated by Nancy Naomi Carlson
Review by Katherine E. Young
Seagull Books, 2021
$19.00
124 pp.
ISBN 978 0 8574 2 877 ...
As Long as Trees Take Root in the Earth and Other Poems Review by Katherine E. Young
Book Reviews, LAR Online
Some night, years after her last winter, you open
both cold eyes in the dark and see
her coats, the green wool and the pea coat
and the navy, the swing-coat and the swagger, piles
of the coats that once wore ...
Elegy with Fourteen Coats by Sally Rosen Kindred
LAR Online, Poetry
To Mokattam at Dawn*
You bathe your rocky ornaments in mists,
.......................let roselight bleed into your cracks.
The Star slowly mounts: his light drenches ...
3 Poems by May Ziadeh translated by Rose DeMaris
LAR Online, Translations
There was no beauty in the scene in front of Edna. She held a baby in her right arm; the left sagged empty with missing weight of a second. A ripe and bitter aura had come alive right when the babies were born; one blue ...
Tandem by Jamie Kahn
Fiction, LAR Online
because blood oaths are overrated, I make mine with anyone:
the cracked cup. the cotton shift. the synchronies of women,
what I set my clocks upon. I dream us in our bedroom hair
and each others’ rouge. I ...
currency by Indrani Sengupta
LAR Online, Poetry
“Cow so evil, so bully, knock your spirit right out yuh chest. Fall on yuh ass and pray to God yuh ain't dead,” Lilith's Uncle Man told her before she left. Her grip on the barrel of clothes had already numbed her ...
Wash Day by Stephanie Mullings
Flash Fiction, LAR Online
