“The mother octopus lives in the cave for up to seven months as the curtain of eggs develops…. She doesn’t eat during this time and usually dies shortly after the young hatch.[1]”
It’s a slow, steady ...
The mother by Lindsay Stewart
LAR Online, Poetry
First runner-up in the 2018 Los Angeles Review Literary Awards, in the category of Flash Fiction.
Final Judge: Ron Koertge
Letters From the Desk of President Jefferson
June 19th, 1804
Mister Barlow,
I hope ...
To My Dear Friend, Joel Barlow by Chavonn Shen
Award Winners, Fiction, LAR Online
A tall, skinny baby of man, fully clothed, stood on the corner of Wilshire Boulevard and Mariposa in the city of angels and masturbated. I watched from the driver’s seat of my white Prius. I let myself see him—all ...
A City with Enormous Wings by Stephanie Renée Payne
LAR Online, Nonfiction
i’m in church & i’m able
to focus on everything
but God. everyone’s singing,
busy being possessed by the spirit
& i’m just thinking of B & how
he wants to do shrooms sometime
next week ...
Ode to getting distracted in church by Alejandro Pérez
LAR Online, Poetry
First runner-up in the 2018 Los Angeles Review Literary Awards, in the category of Short Fiction.
Final Judge: Doug Lawson
The baby octopus in my shirt drawer misses the ocean, but she doesn’t know how to tell me ...
The Baby Octopus by Rainie Oet
Award Winners, Fiction, LAR Online
On February 2, 2020, film critic A.S. Hamrah and I met at the bar at Nitehawk Cinema, a dine-in movie theater in Park Slope, Brooklyn that first opened as the Sanders Theater in 1928. The bar was showing Superbowl LIV while ...
Interview with A.S. Hamrah
Interviews, LAR Online
Cardinalis cardinalis, NORTHERN CARDINAL
Elizabeth, I came upon a cardinal, its tail a red
...........silk scarf, the Magnolia tree a doorknob,
this world a door
..................................and I said open so ...
Two Poems by Cait Weiss Orcutt
LAR Online, Poetry
First runner-up in the 2018 Los Angeles Review Literary Awards, in the category of Poetry.
Final Judge: Douglas Manuel
Silver flowers—a blindman’s word,
give the blossom, not bullets—
of sugarcane rustled ...
This Is About Time by Naoko Fujimoto
Award Winners, LAR Online, Poetry
Selma June had come to town. In Lindburg, Kansas, that was as good as it was ever going to get. They held the lecture in the public library, where I had been shelving and reshelving books for sixteen years. And there, ...
We are not lemons by Chelsey Grasso
Fiction, LAR Online