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
I Come With Three Wounds
The funeral parlor in my village opened four years ago. My grandfather showed it to me proudly, finally this town is joining the modern world. We’re through with holding wakes for the dead ...
Excerpt From Llego con tres heridas by Violeta Gil Translated by Kelsi Vanada
LAR Online, Translations
After our mother died, Gemma, my brother’s girlfriend, moved in. Her situation at home was even more fucked than ours, so I agreed to it, though it’s not like I could really refuse. Mostly, I couldn’t hear the two ...
Temporary Organ by Lauren Slaughter
Fiction, LAR Online
The fact of being no longer is how the denotation begins. If you stop there, the word that surfaces is death. The end of being. The end of life, at least as we have known it. But if you continue—the fact of being no ...
The Death of the Firstborn by Julie Marie Wade
LAR Online, Nonfiction
Love Letters to Ukraine from Uyava by Kalpna Singh-Chitnis
Review by Nicole Yurcaba
Publisher: River Paw Press
Publication Date: March 11, 2023
ISBN: 978-1736687147
Pages: 110
When Empathy Bridges ...
Love Letters to Ukraine from Uyava by Kalpna Singh-Chitnis Review by Nicole Yurcaba
Book Reviews, LAR Online
You’re called in for jury duty and chosen.
It’s a six-person jury, a criminal case.
Domestic violence. The charges: harassment and assault in the third degree.
All the evidence is ...
Second-Person Point of View by Julie Labuszewski
Flash Fiction, LAR Online
Born in 1997 in Sibiu, Romania, Ioana Vintilă is a biotech engineer, with an MA in Molecular Biotechnology. In 2016, she won the PEN International New Voices Award for her poems. Her first ...
2 Poems by Ioana Vintilă Translated by Clara Burghelea
LAR Online, Translations
Sunday afternoon blizzard on the easternmost pointof North America—early mountain standardmeans my Momma’s at church. I can’t sleep late anymore.Instead I mope, cast hard shadows on blue & purple walls,walls ...
Poisoned by S.A. Leger
LAR Online, Poetry
There are three groups of people—the living, the dead, and those at sea.
-attributed to Anacharsis, c. 6th century B.C.
My landlady, Magda, was a ventriloquist. She threw her voice with eerie precision from ...
The Living, The Dead, and Those at Sea by Cary Holladay
Fiction, LAR Online
