When a snake is coiled, she is ready to strike, though sometimes the coil is a defensive bluff, pure tactic, and she’s protecting herself, her soft vulnerable underbelly, from predators or threats, real and perceived, ...
Coiled by Ana Maria Spagna
LAR Online, Nonfiction
Consequences
My wedding dress was sewn by a circus dwarf. Her name was Rita, one day she left the big tops and started working as a seamstress like her mother. She sewed for eveyone in the housing project, for a few ...
Consequences by Giovanna Daddi translated by Anne Milano Appel
Translations
My mother was an amphetamine addict who left me in a gas station bathroom somewhere east of Maniac, Georgia, when I was four. The last thing I saw of her was her hand, held up, not waving but still. Soon after, I was ...
The Dead Cat by Whitney Collins
Fiction, LAR Online
A hand touching a neck. Tía Puy shuffling her deck and the king of batons. Passion. The lifeline. The bar Zulo and Santa Justa Station, simultaneously. Foolishness. But that was what he said.
Just thinking about it ...
Queen of Batons by Julen Azcona, Translated by Slava Faybysh
Translations
Data Mind: Poems by Joanna Fuhrman
Review by Christine E. Hamm
Publisher: Curbstone Books
Publication Date: October 2024
ISBN: 0810147742
Pages: 96
When speaking of a virus, we tend to think of it in negative ...
Data Mind: Poems by Joanna Fuhrman Review by Christine E. Hamm
Book Reviews
Hard leather valid as the exchange between AJ & Free, solid as the greasefrom the hour prior I cooked intoa charade of dark. I’ve heard love is known by three names though it has only shared one with me. I shout ...
Pelle Pelle by Olatunde Osinaike
LAR Online, Poetry
The ramps by Midpark were flooded and now the loons thought they could make their homes anywhere. John-Mark and I had visited his side of the family in Manila, and the flight back was turbulent. We were watching that ...
Covenant by Mason Koa
Flash Fiction, LAR Online
Untitled an old cemetery along the streetcar linethe fence isn’t tall—just up to your throat.from the streetcar windows you can seeold graves,trees smashed by artillery shells.the cemetery fence looks like a ballet ...
Four Poems by Dmitry Blizniuk, Translated by Yana Kane
Translations
Boss, we have a problem.
I hear Little Gu’s frantic whisper through my walkie talkie. Little Gu is only three years out of college and already my best worker.
I survey our tables as I walk towards him. ...
Freedom by Catherine Wang
Fiction
