“Mystery at the Bagni Piero Beach Club”
(from Vanity Fair, August 14, 2024)
The corpse washed up at the Bagni Rosina Beach Club in Forte dei Marmi aboard a pink air bed. It was a man, maybe seventy years old, face ...
A Short Story by Giacomo Papi Translated by Michela Martini & Elizabeth McKenzie
LAR Online, Translations
Handmade pottery? Wasn’t God the only real potter? Pinch of earth, wasn’t that how he made Man? And Woman? Creatures, his earth, his religion binding it all together?
Here, a lady potter, trying to copy him! She ...
Lady Potter by Rebecca Pyle
Flash Fiction, LAR Online
The Pillows used to be a big part of my life. That sounds too small, even now, when I no longer listen to them, when the old MP3s sit buried in an external hard drive I haven’t touched in years. Back then—high school ...
Like a Love Song by E.P. Tuazon
LAR Online, Nonfiction
Soft As Bones: A Memoir by Chyana Marie Sage
Review by Jonathan Fletcher
Interview by Tiffany Troy
Publisher: House of Anansi Press, Inc.
Publication Date:
ISBN: 978-1487013028
Pages: 277
Reading Chyana Marie ...
Soft As Bones: A Memoir by Chyana Marie Sage Review by Jonathan Fletcher, Interview by Tiffany Troy
Book Reviews, LAR Online
An orchid is the eldest daughter of refugees, uprooted in a stranger’s land. She changes her name and tucks away dresses adorned with mirrors and beadwork. Our ancestors were silversmiths. Here, the craft is dead. ...
Repotting an Orchid by Zuhra Malik
LAR Online, Poetry
“This isn’t even the most erotic thing I’ve done,” Tobi said, her pallid face barely sticking out from under the flamingo-colored duvet. Around us, in the hotel room, were the vestiges of room service and romance ...
Touching Major’s Tooth – or – This Is the Heartbreak You Signed Up For By Jason DeYoung
Fiction, LAR Online
The Writer
She’s writing a story about her grandmother or maybe the color yellow. Why does she keep moving towards scenes from her childhood? She writes at her small desk in an attic that was never meant to be a ...
Preludes by Mary Luna
Flash Fiction, LAR Online
There is history along Ventura Boulevard, ghosts.
The gusts of the Santa Anas blow in from the northwest and cut through what was once the famed El Camino Real trading route. Thick, murderous winds, inciting higher ...

