squats between a fact, an opinion, a belief, and a judgment,
and the difference between naked and nude is candied
fruit. Lesbians: they fall on you in the middle of the night.
It happens to the best ...
Mercy by Nicole Santalucia
LAR Online, Poetry
We’re too old to catch crawfish with chicken bones and string. And the shore is too crowded for paddle ball. There’s only one raft and Dad says we have to share.
The lake is big, carved into mountains, but ...
Between Water and Sky by Elizabeth Erbeznik
Flash Fiction, LAR Online
Sexing the Chickens
It is difficult to tell whether a baby chick is male or female. Even today, computers can’t do it without human help. An experienced “sexer” divides the chicks, as hens are needed to lay ...
Chickens by Lori J. Williams
LAR Online, Nonfiction
Wind—Mountain—Oak: The Poems of Sappho
Translated by Dan Beachy-Quick
Review by Maxima Kahn
Tupelo Press, June 2023
238 pages / $21.95
Ordering the Cosmos: Review of Wind—Mountain—Oak: The ...
Sappho Translated by Dan Beachy-Quick Review by Maxima Kahn
Book Reviews, LAR Online
I wore a gown
and thanked my dad
who is dead
but would be proud
that I won
enough staring contests
with necktied sociopaths
to buy a house
and fill the tub
with ...
A TV Writer Gets Her Due by Sera Gamble
LAR Online, Poetry
The four-foot plastic Santa lay sideways in the gutter, and Jesus had been ejected from the manger into the snow. The camel, presumably the property of the wise men nearby, rested on a dense row of hedges. Across the ...
The Vandal by Jessie Lovett Allen
Fiction, LAR Online
Via Negativa Translated from the Hungarian by Jozefina Komporaly
This is an extract from the novel Home by Andrea Tompa that will be published by Istros Books in 2024: ...
Extract from Home by Andrea Tompa Translated by Jozefina Komporaly
LAR Online, Translations
Let’s learn the physics
Of ducklings
Their desperate love
The missing data
Only deepens it
This dandelion feeling
Of the eyes
Tears like
Little feet kick
There
Is the ...
Dover Beach by Michael Grinthal
LAR Online, Poetry
Helen’s mother Eleanor is a forcefield. Helen’s mother is a small, pale body swaddled into a hospital bed.
“She no longer recognizes me,” Helen’s brother said on the phone. “This may be your last ...
Confession by Deborah Forbes
Flash Fiction, LAR Online
