The Pharaoh Arrives to Lisbon
Monday, perhaps he won’t live to be a hundred,
Tuesday, he surely won’t,
Wednesday, laughing, a fit of anger, dread,
Thursday, I let him go,
Friday, he ...
The Pharaoh Arrives to Lisbon: A Memoir in Verse by Vera Piros translated by Miriam Grunwald
LAR Online, Translations
The coroner is a crooner
who sings the lyrics of the dead written on the flesh of instruments now broken.
Laid out in a row along a raucous river:
the books and pencils that the four-eyed scholars left ...
The Coroner Is a Crooner: A Queer Exquisite Corpse by Steven Cordova
LAR Online, Poetry
Tony is driving straight at the flames we can see a mile away. Grinding the gears, clutching too rough. He’s not saying anything, and I don’t ask. He’s gripping the wheel with his hairy knuckles like it’s gonna ...
Burn It Down by Kevin Wood
Flash Fiction, LAR Online
The Atlas of Remedies by Paul Jaskunas
Review by Molly McGinnis
Publisher: Stillhouse Press
Publication Date: March 1, 2024
ISBN: 9781945233241
Pages: 233
More Than Even God Can Know: On Paul ...
The Atlas of Remedies by Paul Jaskunas Review by Molly McGinnis
Book Reviews, LAR Online
STANZA 37
Accende il fuoco:
la legna dell’estate
scalda la stanza.
Tra le fiamme un ricordo
scintilla sulla mano.
ROOM 37
The fire blazes:
summer wood
heats up the room.
Among the ...
2 poems by Pamela Proietti Translated by Stephen Eric Berry and Donna Mancusi-Ungaro Hart
LAR Online, Translations
The movie is post-apocalyptic. A desolate army outpost sits in the shadow of a giant, rusted-out Ferris Wheel in a barren wasteland.
“No one would ride on that,” my mother leans over and whispers in my ear. ...
Concessions by Elizabeth Stix
Fiction, LAR Online
I was building a bicycle frame out of bamboo when Maya phoned. She said mirrors had shattered on our sons. She said she couldn’t find the boys at first. When she did, they were covered in blood. Her voice was choked, ...
Bamboo and Mirror by Alan Barstow
LAR Online, Nonfiction
Amy
My whole life I’ve had a gay aunt
& never knew it.
So obvious—went to Smith, no kids,
joked to us: “I forgot to get married!”
There was the lore of boyfriend ...
2 Poems by Grant Chemidlin
LAR Online, Poetry
He calls me when he’s fucked up. It can have a cinematic flare, like when he climbed to the top of a hill somewhere out in Arkansas to get phone service, but it’s usually when he’s driving and trying to stay ...
Secret Storm by Sally West
Flash Fiction, LAR Online
