It all begun in the toilet in the park. There was no pain. She first noticed the blood on the toilet paper. She looked down—the toilet bowl was filled with watery red liquid with several fleshy pieces floating in it. ...
Short Story by Todora Radeva Translated by Yana Ellis
LAR Online, Translations
Casey drives his yellow loader down an empty beach on the Atlantic side of the Cape. The rig’s raised bucket holds three tons of sand, and the four-foot tires leave ribbed tracks that the lapping tide will erase before ...
Erosion Control by Daniel Rousseau
Flash Fiction, LAR Online
A few months after I acknowledged my time to bear children was almost up, my sister and her husband announced their pregnancy. As we stood in her Los Feliz dining room, my parents and I hugged twenty-seven-year-old Tessa ...
My Supporting Role as a Childless Mother of Two by Chelsey Drysdale
LAR Online, Nonfiction
A Tipsy Fairy Tale (A Coming of Age Memoir of Alcohol and Redemption) by Peter E. Murphy
Review By Charles H. Lynch
Publisher: Toplight, an imprint of McFarland & Company, Inc.
ISBN: 9-781476-695365
Publication ...
A Tipsy Fairy Tale (A Coming of Age Memoir of Alcohol and Redemption) by Peter E. Murphy Review By Charles H. Lynch
Book Reviews, LAR Online
Question everything: the creakof the bridge and the crookof the stair, be wary of the dry,knocking trees, the ochre inyour daughter’s eyes—trustnothing to be only what you askof it. Cherry blossomswill remain ...
THE POET’S GUIDE TO TRANSLATION by Arah Ko
LAR Online, Poetry
This is the summer she lives in Brooklyn and smokes cigarettes in the backyard where someone who lives two stories below her has built a swing set for their kid and honeysuckle spreads its rangy fingers over the brick ...
Sanctity by Edie Patterson
Fiction, LAR Online
The Warring Dead I For B.T., in memoriamRowdy they push against the fencethat swings between our realm and theirsArmy with no shadow or leaderor uniform save fora ragged pagne a worn-out ...
Three Poems by Sylvie Kandé Translated by Nancy Naomi Carlson
LAR Online, Translations
JoanIn March, Joan staged a photo of mefrom behind a bar as if she was the tender.I watched her spine curve in the mirrorbehind bottles.She thanked me in June:Thank you for the cuterock. She took the pebble and placed ...
Two Poems by Jess Eagle
LAR Online, Poetry
The E.T. Parking Lot is already busy by the time we get there. We laugh in the backseat as one of our moms drives in silence. She is in a bad mood and none of us know why or care at all. The world is ours right now and ...
Universal by Hally Rae Winters
Flash Fiction, LAR Online
