Jordan Road, Hong KongIn a room at a small hotel on Jordan Road,you press into me, face red and out of breath.I lie, tell you, you got it, you don’t needto fight so hard, you can slow down,you are liberated, you are ...
Two Poems by Hsu Pei-Fen Translated by Jonathan Pyner
LAR Online, Translations
It’s hard not to think, especially here, that the river must be burning.In the meantime some men & women are paid to count everything.Fire where the fire should be, in the place of the sun. It’s about ...
SITTING BEFORE J.M.W. TURNER’S BURNING OF THE HOUSES OF PARLIAMENT IN THE CLEVELAND ART MUSEUM by G.C. Waldrep
LAR Online, Poetry
“Mystery at the Bagni Piero Beach Club”
(from Vanity Fair, August 14, 2024)
The corpse washed up at the Bagni Rosina Beach Club in Forte dei Marmi aboard a pink air bed. It was a man, maybe seventy years old, face ...
A Short Story by Giacomo Papi Translated by Michela Martini & Elizabeth McKenzie
LAR Online, Translations
Handmade pottery? Wasn’t God the only real potter? Pinch of earth, wasn’t that how he made Man? And Woman? Creatures, his earth, his religion binding it all together?
Here, a lady potter, trying to copy him! She ...
Lady Potter by Rebecca Pyle
Flash Fiction, LAR Online
The Pillows used to be a big part of my life. That sounds too small, even now, when I no longer listen to them, when the old MP3s sit buried in an external hard drive I haven’t touched in years. Back then—high school ...
Like a Love Song by E.P. Tuazon
LAR Online, Nonfiction
Soft As Bones: A Memoir by Chyana Marie Sage
Review by Jonathan Fletcher
Interview by Tiffany Troy
Publisher: House of Anansi Press, Inc.
Publication Date:
ISBN: 978-1487013028
Pages: 277
Reading Chyana Marie ...
Soft As Bones: A Memoir by Chyana Marie Sage Review by Jonathan Fletcher, Interview by Tiffany Troy
Book Reviews, LAR Online
An orchid is the eldest daughter of refugees, uprooted in a stranger’s land. She changes her name and tucks away dresses adorned with mirrors and beadwork. Our ancestors were silversmiths. Here, the craft is dead. ...
Repotting an Orchid by Zuhra Malik
LAR Online, Poetry
“This isn’t even the most erotic thing I’ve done,” Tobi said, her pallid face barely sticking out from under the flamingo-colored duvet. Around us, in the hotel room, were the vestiges of room service and romance ...

