No one believes I could be so wise. It’s not that difficult because, like all my kind, I can smell situations. A dog’s responsibility is to mind the house and its owner, to sniff and stay alert, and to be quick on ...
Watermelon by Nasim Vahabi Translated by Parisa Saranj
Translations
So little of my work gives you joy.My vocab so little. The moon cares about so little.From you I’ve heard so little. The window unit drips.So little love you gave to the azaleas that I grew.When I write, I think so ...
Serenade by Weijia Pan
LAR Online, Poetry
The first time I visited, I was only seven years old. It was beautiful, of course, and not just because, in memory, it is preserved in the amber glow of the hottest, dryest summer of all time. It was beautiful ...
Sand by Ben Tufnell
Fiction
they talk of your nervesthey prescribe country air to tame your ghostsbut without voiceabove allwithout voiceI cradle you~we know nowshe never boardedthe ferryshe’s dead it’s clearbecause listento the roarthe roar ...
Poems by Tania Langlais Translated by Jessica Cuello
Translations
It was like clockwork, the way the sun fell behind the horizon leaving only the breeze of encroaching night. Although, I suppose it’s clockwork that reflects our position around the sun, not the other way around. ...
Barbarians by Corey Lee
Flash Fiction, LAR Online
1Лишь скажи: «Приди!», и я приду -По воде, по воздуху, по огню,По серебряному, словно зеркало, льду.Бриллиантом маленьким ...
Two poems By Milena Makarova Translated by Richard Coombes
LAR Online, Translations
The Under Hum by Simone Muench and Jackie K. White
Review by Jenny Grassl
Publisher: Black Lawrence Press
Publication Date: 2024
ISBN: 978-1-62557-070-3
Pages: 66
Single image photographs are often perceived as ...
The Under Hum by Simone Muench and Jackie K. White Review by Jenny Grassl
Book Reviews, LAR Online
The summer is fleeting & I am young & I refuse to find myself within the haunted housecalled my home -- my father stripping the walls to their flesh then abandoning them, the skeleton of the ancient tin ceiling ...
With Which A Fox Blooms In The Winterport Graveyard by Denise Bickford Hopkins
LAR Online, Poetry
I decide to have an affair the day after my husband starts filming. The idea first sprouts when he mentions audition and romantic lead in the same sentence. It metastasizes when he says he has a call back; festers when ...
The Role by Ashley N Roth
Fiction, LAR Online
