translated by Erin Goodman
Pablo Arreola’s face was distorted. The flash of light imposed a new symmetry on his cheeks, marked by premature old age. Another bolt of lightning caused a subsequent ...
Shots in the Dark by Jorge Olivera Castillo
LAR Online, Translations
Does anyone alive remember them, I wonder,
though as soon as I put it this way, I know
I’m overdramatizing, not unlike the fat,
forever-raging, satin-suited clown called Canio
in i Pagliacci we’d seen on PBS that ...
Summer Evenings of 1974 by Malcolm Farley
LAR Online, Poetry
the baby discovers her hands at around six to eight weeks
the Japanese word for baby /akachan/ contains the word for red /aka/
archaic prints of palms coated in red paint and pressed against cave walls
the baby ...
The Discovery of Hands by Jessica Goodfellow
LAR Online, Nonfiction
reviewed by Sarah Carey
Kyrie
Ellen Bryant Voigt
W.W. Norton and Company, 1995
$17.95; 79 pp.
ISBN: 9780393037968
If past is prologue … the saying goes. If we knew then, what we know now…, we might ...
Review: Kyrie by Ellen Bryant Voigt
Book Reviews, LAR Online
In college, a girl named Libby streaked alone across the quad, limbs loose and windblown, her body a ribbon. Past the dining hall, past the new dorms, she kept on going. We cheered and roared and everyone we knew was ...
Streaker in Saratoga by Julie Goldberg
Flash Fiction, LAR Online
State tests found more than 65,000 children in the city
with dangerously high blood-lead levels from 1993 to 2013.
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Even Ovid knew it was love’s antidote—
the arrow meant for ...
Half-Lives by Carol Quinn
LAR Online, Poetry, Uncategorized
We had not fought in a week, but this was no cause to celebrate, seeing as how the peace between us had taken on a blunt, wieldable shape, something that could be used as easily for evidence as for a weapon. We were out ...
The Vacationer by Tim Lane
Fiction, LAR Online
translated by Allana Noyes
Ambrosia prayed for the rain that soaked the buildings down to their foundations, and the howling wind made its presence felt until dawn when it finished by smashing the houses to pieces. ...
Ambrosia Prayed for Rain By Noé Blancas-Blancas
LAR Online, Translations
Because I thought it was raining, I leaned back
into a deeper part of myself. Womb-like, safe.
The house was sturdy, would survive high winds,
though none were on the radar. Why did I think
it was raining? It ...
At the End of Each Sentence by Jeff Hardin
LAR Online, Poetry
