As a child I used to climb our apple tree up close to the power lines where I could hear them crackling. My mouth-watered and fingers tingled when I imagined touching the wires. Our tree had knotty skin with crooked ...
Fracture by Michael Harper
Flash Fiction, LAR Online
Puebla by Brent Ameneyro
Review by Mariam Ahmed
Publisher: Ghost City Press
Publication Date: August 25, 2023
Number of pages: 14
A Poet Distilled: Book Review of Brent Ameneyro’s ...
Puebla by Brent Ameneyro Review by Mariam Ahmed
Book Reviews, LAR Online
All summer, my son played with a boy
whose mother I never saw, and no one,
not the boy or his brother or his father
writing code on the porch, ever explained;
no one said divorce or ...
Opal by Jane Zwart
LAR Online, Poetry
A police officer pulls me out of school my first day of first grade. Or is it my second day? Am I called to the front office, or does she march into our classroom? Do I even go to school that day, or does my mother ...
A Child’s Body by Sarah Ruth Jansen
LAR Online, Nonfiction
Jane wears jeans with deep pockets for water bags. She was underweight at the last blood bank. At this one, filling out the form, she pauses over the blank for occupation. Blood donor seems suspicious. She tries to ...
Trapeze Artist by David Serafino
Fiction, LAR Online
We don’t come out as boys – not the first time, the second time, or the third. But we don’t give up the first gasp of air. We don’t know what we did wrong. We don’t see you, we don’t see you, we don’t see ...
Infanticide by Reema Rao-Patel
Flash Fiction, LAR Online
Secret Poetics by Hélio Oiticica
Translated by Rebecca Kosick
Publisher: Winter Editions, Soberscove Press
Publication Date: November 14, 2023
ISBN: 978-1-940190-32-7
Pages: 120
A Review and an ...
Secret Poetics by Hélio Oiticica Translated by Rebecca Kosick, Review by Zoe Contros Kearl and Interview by Tiffany Troy
Book Reviews, LAR Online
It was kind of like a peripheral haunting when the snow fountain started to bloom– so many little ghosts popping up just beyond the front picture window, blossoms heavy with frost.
Planted in the shade, ...
The Snow Fountain (The Weeping Cherry) by Carey Salerno
LAR Online, Poetry
Mac had no idea how seriously Richard would fuck him up when he first spotted him from the terrace of the Pescado Rojo in old San Juan. Shit, I would have jumped his ass myself. I was on my fourth mezcal and lime and ...
After Mapplethorpe by Steve Olderman
Flash Fiction, LAR Online
