All my dreams end in that apartment, even four years later. I can still feel that thick tile on my feet, the clink of the bathroom door handle closing, the dusty dry of the stucco walls. I could find my way back, ...
Budapest, Lover by Bekah Waalkes
LAR Online, Nonfiction
Bert Stern: The Last Sitting (könyvborító)
by Andrea Tompa
Translated from the Hungarian by Jozefina Komporaly
We’d have to examine her last photograph up close, and ideally in the original, in order ...
Bert Stern: The Last Sitting by Andrea Tompa Translation by Jozefina Komporaly
LAR Online, Translations
Gravity. [noun]
the natural attraction between physical bodies,
especially when one of the bodies is celestial.
This is how it begins:
gravity has, for a brief ...
Natural Attraction by B.A. Van Sise
LAR Online, Poetry
Henry has been discharged neither honorably nor dishonorably because one day he just didn’t feel like eating anymore, so he got too skinny. They told him that he needed to get healthy again, but what was the point? ...
Crows, Talking to Him, 1963 by John Brantingham
Flash Fiction, LAR Online
Exalted by Anna Dorn
Book Review by Peter Dyer
Unnamed Press
ISBN: 9781951213480
Publication Date: June 7th, 2022
Emerging as a young creative subsisting on a diet of ...
Exalted by Anna Dorn Book Review by Peter Dyer
Book Reviews, LAR Online
Because the men keep going missing and we like to wear the pants. We lookgood in tweed and love a long smoke sorting things out before a dark fire.She’s been dead seven decades but her ghost sense burns better than ...
Portrait of Myself as Watson, my Great Grandmother, Sherlock Holmes by Michelle Bitting
LAR Online, Poetry
We’re sitting in his car listening to music and for a second I think he might kiss me. He offered to drive me home after work because he says I shouldn't be taking the train at night. I tell him I'm a strong girl and ...
Sometime in the Fall by Alexa Joyce
Fiction, LAR Online
this story doesn’t end well
he dies
trampled
by a dappled grey horse
this story makes noise
hooves blood
now run
such beauty
that summer
blue forget-me-nots
you ...
Poems by Tania Langlais Translated by Jessica Cuello
LAR Online, Translations
You were placed like wings are placed
as if they’ll never be needed to leave with
but then you were born
and each time I unwrap your diaper
I consider every ...
Mother Nothing by Elizabeth Metzger
LAR Online, Poetry
