are the terrible builders of the stars. In this falseparsing,I seated myself inhis terrace all wrong. In the golden dust of our toppledtowers, once-real, the scaffoldedreturn of petals, vines, trumpets, nectar guides. ...
Bees by Marcus Myers
LAR Online, Poetry
There’s a window I stare out of sometimes when I’m convinced John doesn’t love me anymore. It’s a tiny circular one in the kitchen that faces the icy Upper Delaware River, which winds and bends under a swarm of ...
The Know-It-All by Madison Durand
Fiction, LAR Online
Despite clouded chlorine vision, Mom's August-tanned legs extending from strappy white sandals to pressed white shorts were unmistakable. She stood at the edge of the Newbridge Road pool with Patrick, the baby, ...
Skutch by Jeanne-Marie Fleming
LAR Online, Nonfiction
One-Way Street But what once was will never return. Time is a one-way street.The waterfall of the present forever roars,and we forever wade through it with dry feet: the past swallows it in the blink of an eye. Feet ...
One-Way Street by Zsuzsa Rakovszky, translated by Anna Szemere
LAR Online, Translations
She will not tell me about my death.Outside is a blue Asheville sky and the blue mountains one always sees— except here in the psychic’s small bone-chilled room. She says my mother is proud of me, and my father ...
ELEGY WITH PSYCHIC by Maja Lukic
LAR Online, Poetry
Hey, Celia—please don't delete this message.
I sent you comments on the outline of your Shakespeare presentation; I hope they're useful. (I do try.)
About my Hitchcock presentation: everyone in ...
House on the Hill by Peter Beynon
Flash Fiction, LAR Online
Treatises on Dust by Timothy J. Jarvis
Review by Victor Rees
Publisher: Swan River Press
Publication Date: July 1, 2023
ISBN: 978-1-78380-046-9
Pages: 239
I dreamed I was walking along a ...
Treatises on Dust by Timothy J. Jarvis Review by Victor Rees
Book Reviews, LAR Online
Every ridgeof this whitesheet is onemore form myskin leaves nomark on.Scarved necks infrost don’t keep copy ofmy clamp prints.Quiet cling of line to page only presses open more space. Remember me. Pursed lips.I will ...
Thirteen and a half attempts to kiss you by Mary Zhou
Poetry
Not so long ago, when I used to play the piano, a well-respected Record Producer approached me at the Music Festival in New England to say that they had heard of my name, and some good things about my piano playing, and ...
The Masterclass by William Pei Shih
Fiction, LAR Online, Uncategorized
