my leg on his hand
My boyfriend is naked on the couch, high, and I still don’t know what it’s like to be high and I rub my leg on the back of his hand and wish I was rubbing my leg on his palm.
my chin ...
Too Old for Doctor by Max Kruger-Dull
Flash Fiction, LAR Online
The winter after stayed cold longer than usual even for Minnesota. Snow dressed the skeleton trees but scantily because mounds crowded the streets, the sidewalks, all the places I tried to move forward in. I did yoga in ...
Arrangements by Amy Bohlman
LAR Online, Nonfiction
after Rick Barot
When any word is called for, say
that I am with. When weeds grow
taller than the grass, that is persistence.
An earthquake swings the house,
that is time’s pendulum. ...
If there be any virtue or any praise by Anna Gasaway
LAR Online, Poetry
At first, the man thought nothing of the brick on the Egyptian Cotton sheets on top of the bed he shared with his wife. It was small and almost innocuous a brick is an odd thing to put in one’s bed, he thought, why ...
The Way They Used to Be by Andrew Bertaina
Fiction, LAR Online
Sunday Song
It’s no use to pick another way,
to decide between this wounded word and a yawn,
to enter the door through which you’ll get lost
or go on like some forgotten thing.
It’s no use ...
Three Poems by María Mercedes Carranza Translated by Jere Paulmeno
LAR Online, Translations
i want a black bob and French fluencylike Anna Karina
i want to look melancholyin a seductive type of way
instead i have Bright Eyes lyricstangled in my hair
and dried bloodaround my ...
Self Portrait as an Anna Karina GIF at 17 by Cloud Delfina Cardona
LAR Online, Poetry
My daughter steps on the ice in my dad’s driveway and it cracks. She sounds like my oma when she says oh, stretched out and blue wide-eyes.
“Mama, watch,” she says.
I tell her to hurry because ...
Time & Sound by Mary Thorson
Flash Fiction, LAR Online
The theme for our junior year English class that week was “man alone.” (It was 1963; the term “man” included women.)
Among other stories, Mr. Quinlan had assigned Leonid Andreyev’s “The Little Angel,” a ...
The Only Child at the Party by Anthony Mohr
LAR Online, Nonfiction
How awkward that nothing significant changes.
My lover lifts my shirt with every kindness
I’ve typically found inconsequential to sex.
The Texas breeze holds its hands in my face, says
Know how to name ...
If You Have a Minute to Spare, Tell Me Everything You Know by Gabrielle Grace Hogan
LAR Online, Poetry
