from Gentry
Or the Name of a Tree with No Memory
by Janil Uc Tun
translated from the Spanish
by Allison A. deFreese
To Pedro Uc, for all the times we weren’t defeated.
The Sale I. It began like any other war: with ...
Two Poems by Janil Uc Tun Translated From the Spanish by Janil Uc Tun
LAR Online, Translations
I had been rather fond of myself at first. I was sure to myself that I was right, but she was not. And when time went on, she had just kept pushing.
“I had decided on the salad,” she had said, bickering.
I put my ...
Couple’s Disagreement by Lucas Liu
Flash Fiction, LAR Online
My grandmother’s favorite food is tortilla soup, but I’ve learned not to order it for her. My family has searched far and wide, from fine-dining restaurants, Americanized “Mexican” restaurant chains, to the ...
La Marcha Adelante Es También La Marcha Fuera by Jacob Tan
LAR Online, Nonfiction
after Saturn Devouring His Son by Francisco GoyaSometimes, I’ll go to the mountain. I count when I’m on the edge, three days of bliss between the plane rides. I met the family, I met the mother, the father, the ...
LONG DISTANCE, UP CLOSE by Diannely Antigua
LAR Online, Poetry
Somehow the shape of his life had gone all Picasso, but unintentionally. He had thought his college education and strong passions would lead him somewhere, anywhere, but things had gone astray, one idle job to the next, ...
Rooming With God by Andrew Bertaina
Fiction, LAR Online
Plum by Andy Anderegg
Reviewer: Kelly Dasta
Publisher: Hub City Writers Project
Publication Date: April 8, 2025
ISBN: 9798885740463
Page Numbers: 232
“There are no good stories in second person,” is something ...
Plum by Andy Anderegg Reviewed By Kelly Dasta
Book Reviews, LAR Online
Poems From Part I of Uniformis: The Uniform of Flowers
By Ileana Garma
Translations by Allison A. deFreese
* I dream my mother is dancing a sick dancegirls in white uniforms walk by her side my mother ...
Five Poems by Illeana Garma Translated by Allison A. deFreese
LAR Online, Translations
After dark, our father hides behind a lamppost, waiting. The streetlights stammer. Our father burns bright in the flicker, disappears, and returns, hunched and taking slugs off his flask. A ratty Toyota two-door ...
Dump Truck, Baby Brother by Patrick Strickland
Flash Fiction, LAR Online
Aspen leaves flutter to the still-green grass as our youngest child, Teddy, rambles through the yard, whacking the tree’s silvery trunk and mushrooms, sprung after a rare Wyoming rain, and our raspberry bushes, their ...
Yellow by Anemone Beaulier
LAR Online, Nonfiction
