When I think of my mother, when I try to see her in my mind, I can only see her hands. Though they must have been beautiful once, in my memory, her hands are gnarled roots.
They’re calloused and yellowed by tobacco, ...
Every Tree is a Mother, Every Mother a Tree by M Jaimie Zuckerman
LAR Online, Nonfiction
SterilityOh, don’t have me return to my former painful life:don't you know that it would be like wanting to plant grain in a cemetery?And who would you want to eat of such breadtomorrow?Not even a hungry ...
Five Poems by Antonia Pozzi Translated by Amy Newman
LAR Online, Translations
At dinner time, Ankit leans over the table and spits on Raunak’s food. Ankit’s followers—“gang,” as he calls them—laugh.
“Ignore him,” Shashi, who sits next to Raunak, whispers.
At bedtime, the boys ...
Lesson by Mohit Manohar
Fiction, LAR Online
From SiedliskoYou say I shouldn’t praise the day before evening comesbut I’ll do just that.I praise the dovecote in Trzebiechow and how the dovesscatter as we drive byon our way to the lake.I praise the mallow ...
Three Poems by Nathalie Schmid Translated by Ellene Glenn Moore
Translations
The Tears & Smiles of Things by Andriy Sodomora
Translated by Roman Ivashkiv and Sabrina Jaszi
Review by Nicole Yurcaba
Publisher: Academic Studies Press
Publication Date: 02/13/2024
ISBN: 979-8887194387
Pages: ...
The Tears & Smiles of Things by Andriy Sodomora Translated by Roman Ivashkiv and Sabrina Jaszi, Review by Nicole Yurcaba
Book Reviews
When you walk through the anteroomthere are geraniums placed purposefullyon the entryway table, as if they have been waiting for you.Did you notice them, the geraniums?The color is a grayish blue, a slight mauve,but ...
The Anteroom by Daniel Mills
LAR Online, Poetry
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
