Red had never been to the Aldi by herself since her eyesight began to fail, and it overwhelmed her, the muddled beeping and chatter and footslaps, the efficient shopper-motion, the indistinct items crammed onto rows and ...
Red, Wolfgang, and the Dream by Wendy Elizabeth Wallace
Fiction, LAR Online
Change
Translated by Carolyn Silveira
I always say to myself: Armandina, you idiot; Armandina, change; Armandina, be someone else. Soon I’ll take off this body, and I’ll adapt to a new one. When my change is complete, ...
Change Translated by Carolyn Silveira
LAR Online, Translations
I wake before seven, one eyelid swollen like a petal in spring, and shift my limbs under the thin covers until my consciousness rises to the surface of time, breaking through. I think always of the night before, a vow to ...
Ant Chalk by Sofia Oumhani Benbahmed
LAR Online, Nonfiction
The Obit Arrives
First the earth turned
very cold. The snow rose
from the ground. The shore
locked its shock of algae
up in ice. The geese
fleeced us, morphed
into wind chimes,
then made a ...
Two Poems by Matthew Kelsey
LAR Online, Poetry
When I see him, I’m standing outside my open garage door, watching the black olive tree tremble. Green worms hanging from its leaves. How much wind can their silk strands withstand? I’m nine. Maybe ten. The neighbor ...
Not a Dream by Caitlin McGill
LAR Online, Nonfiction
Review: DM Me, Mother Darling by Alexa Doran
reviewed by Dorsey Craft
Bauhan Publishing (April 6, 2021)
ISBN-13 : 978-0872333307
“Love is forever a holding onto”: Alexa Doran’s DM ...
DM Me, Mother Darling by Alexa Doran reviewed by Dorsey Craft
Book Reviews, LAR Online
God sat down on my garden bench and sighed, putting his hands on his knees, head dipped low. I saw him out of the upstairs window and hurried down. I am not accustomed to strangers walking into the garden uninvited. Many ...
In the Garden by M. Christine Benner Dixon
Flash Fiction, LAR Online
I think of collapsed veins, of flumes and running water -
the redwoods funneled down some nightmare channel,
corpses carried miles from their ghost; empty saw mills
and how the dust settles so fine. I do not ...
On My Walk By the Blood Bank by McCaela Prentice
LAR Online, Poetry
Today is my favorite shift of the year: New Year’s Day. The passengers that ride my bus are mostly quiet; last night’s partygoers have found another way home. It’s just the morning route and the Oregon rain and ...
The Cadence of Rain by Erin Popelka
Fiction, LAR Online
