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 ...
Shamash by Chloe Weiss
Flash Fiction, LAR Online
It could be yesterday
I was standing in the yard
with three joints, folding
my hands over them
in a kind of prayer,
lighting one
after another to toke
deeply ...
I Almost Forget by Matthew Nienow
LAR Online, Poetry
(Fade In):
EXT: PARK BENCH — MORNING
It is grey. Lightly misting. YOU, an attractive young woman, are wearing maroon leggings. Jacket that crops tight above your waist. Hair up. Sunglasses on your head. Putting ...
Illuminated by Andrew Skola
Fiction, LAR Online
