Behold my inviolable deliberate, little body. I’ll show you where it is, despite myself.
In a scorching desert, kowtow to follow me into the catacombs of my most-distant ancestors, locked away in our monumental ...
Cat People By Massoud Hayoun
LAR Online, Nonfiction
The Journalist
At the bar you read Lolita alone,
charm me with talk of Foucault and Bikini Kill,
I haven't seen a man read a book in months.
Later, I soak in the ceramic tub
at your apartment ...
3 Poems by Melanie Tafejian
LAR Online, Poetry
My first panic attack was when my eyes opened, just out of the womb. Naked and facing the ridicule of white-coated doctors. Less than a minute old, my panic attack was viewed by the staff of Stanford Hospital as the ...
Nomenklatura By Anne Vithayathil
LAR Online, Nonfiction
Black Earth: Selected Poems and Prose
Written by Osip Mandelstam
Translated from Russian by Peter France
Reviewed by Marina Kraiskaya
New Directions Publishing
ISBN: 9780811230971 (paperback) | ISBN 9780811230988 ...
Black Earth: Selected Poems and Prose Reviewed by Marina Kraiskaya
Book Reviews, LAR Online
Exploding Head Syndrome
You are finally an adult and living with roommates in a house with a rickety banister and soft spots on the floor beneath the wrinkled carpet when your head begins exploding at night. First, ...
2 Poems by Cynthia Marie Hoffman
LAR Online, Poetry
Second Life
I’ve come to the end
of the fountain pen refill you gave me
after a rainy day of wrestling
a poem. These drops have no desire to fall
along the afternoon’s wet periphery—
they remain suspended ...
3 Poems Translated by Calvin Olsen
LAR Online, Translations
Zander just had time to mistake Wilma’s wristwatch for his own when he fell through a time warp into outer space. A meteor, wheeling past, blew him to smithereens.
Smithereens, Kansas, was a very small ...
Warp(s) by Beth Rubinstein Bosworth
Flash Fiction, LAR Online
In Heaven There Will Be No Bodies
which exist to tempt us, and move us
toward grace. I try and imagine
a bodiless place, full of holographic angels
and saints, walking through clouds or ...
In Heaven There Will Be No Bodies by Megan Pinto
LAR Online, Poetry
People go to Emily Dickinson’s house for all kinds of reasons, most of which include a desire to see the room where she famously wrote poems one might want to write someday. Other people go because they are tourists, ...
