after Jamaica Kincaid
Measure bleach into the washer as it fills, before you add the whites and never after; don’t dry anything with towels except more towels, and check the lint trap after every load; when you ...
Girl by Brenna Womer
LAR Online, Nonfiction
The Swailing by Patrick James Errington
Review by Clelia Albano
Interview by Tiffany Troy
Publisher: McGill-Queen’s University Press
Publication Date: March 15, 2023
ISBN: 978-0228016755
Pages: ...
The Swailing by Patrick James Errington Review by Clelia Albano and Interview by Tiffany Troy
Book Reviews, LAR Online
I take myself as a child to the movies, and when I fall for the illusion, as rain that falls into the streets on screen, I forget. After all, the score is huge, and the blacktop sizzles like a house on fire. A boy is ...
Book of Dolls 15 by Bruce Bond
LAR Online, Poetry
Let’s take a deep dive, she says to me. i don’t know into what. i know she owns a pool, but i know the pool is shallow. She takes me to her home, where her shallow pool is. We walk alongside the pool in her backyard ...
The School of How Can I Live by Jared Joseph
Fiction, LAR Online
Translator’s Note
These poems are part of an ongoing project translating, adapting, and reacting to a single poem by the Roman poet Catullus, the 85th of his surviving work, often referred to as Catullus 85. ...
5 Translations of Catullus 85 by Matthew Nisinson
LAR Online, Translations
In the span of three weeks, my daughter transformed into a pear, an avocado, and an onion. No, this wasn’t an outpouring of toddler imagination. Nor did I ingest several grams of potent psilocybin. Instead, my wife ...
Eating the Baby by Josh Martin
LAR Online, Nonfiction
Reader, I by Corey Van Landingham
Review by Erick Verran
Publisher: Sarabande Books
Publication Date: April 16, 2024
ISBN: 978-1-956046-25-0
Pages: 86
No Bird: A Review of Corey Van ...
Reader, I by Corey Van Landingham Review by Erick Verran
Book Reviews, LAR Online
There was a thrum of music, and even now, it is playing,as the dusk turns purple like a woman. A friend tellsme of the moment when he first spottedthe one he would love. She stood, he says, silhouettedby a sky whittled ...
November nights by Loisa Fenichell
LAR Online, Poetry
Leah will you cook me latkes? she says in the morning. We’re naked, staring out the window at houseboats vacated for winter. Regan is from Texas, where there isn’t much Hanukkah just Honk for Jesus parades. I buy ...
