The sun is red today, and I don’t know what to say to you. I am staring at this red sun cutting through the smudged clouds, buckling under the decision to say everything or nothing. I imagine you at the kitchen sink, ...
A Crack in the Woods by Sarah Brokamp
Flash Fiction, LAR Online
Slick Like Dark by Meg Wade
Review by Erica Charis-Molling
As a lesbian who came out in the evangelical church, I resonated with Meg Wade’s book Slick Like Dark from its first few pages. Though coming from a ...
Slick Like Dark by Meg Wade Review by Erica Charis-Molling
Book Reviews, LAR Online
Air Raid by Polina Barskova
Translated by Valzhyna Mort
Review by Marina Kraiskaya
ISBN: 978-1-946433-70-1
Trade Paperback
Smyth-sewn. 160 pp, 5.25 x 8.25 in
Publication Date: October 01 2021
Eastern European Poets Series ...
Air Raid Book Review by Marina Kraiskaya
Book Reviews, LAR Online
chiaroscuro
It’s still alive — the curling end of all
the smoking fumes. It twirls between my ribs,
those narrow cogs, and fits across the tall
and broken pieces of the clock. My ...
2 Poems by McKenna Themm
LAR Online, Poetry
The first time I ever saw a heart was on our kitchen floor. Mother was dissecting a chicken on the tiles. It was the time of war and the best you could get from the meat market was a fully plucked chicken with the head ...
My Mother’s Heart by Mehr-Afarin Kohan
Fiction, LAR Online
I only had one appointment and it wasn’t until the afternoon. Leaving the flat in the early morning I walked deliberately away from the Place de la Republique, the sore focus of the night before. I joined some men ...
Men in Doorways by William McNamara
LAR Online, Nonfiction
Four Poems by Korean Women Poets from the 16th-19th Centuries Translated by Suphil Lee Park
Chang-Ahm Jeong
By Choo-Hyang
We row to the blue estuary
Stun birds awake into flight
Mountain marked ...
4 Poems Translated by Suphil Lee Park
LAR Online, Translations
Nocturne
The coyotes create an auditory fence | two rowdy boys sound like a pack and some beings are happy | tonight. What scent do they catch? | Their howls echo | echo — yowls | this is their territory. It must have ...
2 Poems by Suzanne Frischkorn
LAR Online, Poetry
Monday, May 6, 2019
A gown with a train, striped with green, white, and black squeezes my ribs. I’m trying my best not to sneeze or tear up, but the odor emanating from the red body paint on my face and ...
Camp by Kat Abdallah
Flash Fiction, LAR Online
