I was eighteen and living on two eggs a day. I fried them in soy sauce, pleating them in the pan the way my mother showed me. Don’t break the yolk, she’d say, rolling the oil into pearls. It means you’ll have a ...
Transcendence by K-Ming Chang
Fiction, LAR Online
to agnieszka osiecka
laments
why write them
mourn
shed tears forcefully
she is gone
she lived
and departed
it’s clear
she won’t run after maggie
the fool ...
4 Poems Translated by Wioletta Polanski
LAR Online, Translations
I rapped sharply on the door to Room 324. After a few moments, I knocked again, rubbing my slick palms against the hem of my dress. What’s taking so long, I thought with irritation.
At last, the door opened. A ...
Basin Street Blues by Kat Saunders
LAR Online, Nonfiction
for Cairo
......
Because I don’t want to indict my memory, I indict August. I accuse it of opening the door to the dream as I dreamed it. I was indifferent to the heat. Hungered for your touch like salt. ...
August by Sara Elkamel
LAR Online, Poetry
For many, it was the summer of the pandemic. For others, a summer of American unrest and protests.
For me, it was the summer Hana Kimura died.
Maybe you know who she is, and maybe you ...
Pink Hair by Geoffrey Waring
LAR Online, Nonfiction
Pine
by Julia Koets
Southern Indiana Review Press, April 2021
$16.95, 72pp
ISBN: 978-1-930508-49-1
Review by: Amie Whittemore
Like desire, coming out is more process than moment; ...
Review: Pine by Amie Whittemore
Book Reviews, LAR Online
I didn't want to make a spectacle of the night, but I did want to bring in some turbine. A different flow for Sheila and I. We’d been together for three years and lived at the Lyndon on seventh. There wasn't much
holiday ...
Christmas Eve at the Lyndon Hotel by Henry Lara
Flash Fiction, LAR Online
Instead of horns, think cello. Slow saw
of the bowstring, sing me an acre
of weeping spruces, a winter with red
details, the reek of a rotted tongue.
I swear I’m not as simple as the stories
make ...
The Wolf as Pick-Up Artist by Emily Rose Cole
LAR Online, Poetry
All you did was use the toilet. Then clear away the blocks Beverly had left scattered in the entryway. You didn’t want anyone to trip later, coming inside. You left her with her sidewalk chalk out in front of the ...
Things Are Already Better Someplace Else by Jody Hobbs Hesler
Fiction, LAR Online
