Day One
September. The hotel. It was supposed to be beautiful. It was, after all, named after Jay Gatsby, and located on a French side street. The emerald green walls, like a signature. They left their luggage at the ...
All That Was Promised by William Pei Shih
Fiction, LAR Online
I can be many people: partner, friend, child, sibling. But I can’t really be a woman, I tell myself. Not like I was.
The empty toilet has also told me this, time and time again. Still I sit, cramped in the ...
Between the Legs by Madison Chapman
LAR Online, Nonfiction
RitualsI don’t know if lifewill always be this brink betweenadolescence and adulthoodthe salty high of cryingonce a day at leastOr this desireto stop explaining existenceHungerthe need for heatfor sexwithout ...
Two Poems by Daniela Prado Translated by Lizzie Fox and Jeannine Marie Pitas
LAR Online, Translations
Lake GardaI’m sorry. I hated all the men I met in Italy, but charmed them anyway. Drank limoncello during the day and spent too much on gogglesso I could see the waggling troutup close. On the mollusk husks and sharp ...
Two Poems by Sara Kaplan-Cunningham
LAR Online, Poetry
When Edwin was five his parents took him to see their elderly neighbor, Mr. Yeager, who was dying at home in a rented hospital bed. Edwin’s father explained that the bed could be raised up or down and it had wheels, ...
Deathbed by Kris Willcox
Flash Fiction, LAR Online
The Unreliable Tree by Margot Kahn
Reviewer: Margaret Anne Kean
Publisher: Curbstone Books/Northwestern University Press
Publication Date: September 2025
ISBN: 978-0-8101-4793-2
Pages: 67
In her debut poetry ...
The Unreliable Tree by Margot Kahn Reviewed by Margaret Anne Kean
Book Reviews, LAR Online
from Neue Gedichte
Autumn Leaves fall from far away, witheredVoiceless, as from heavens’ distant gardens. At night in midst of all the stars fallsHeavy earth in all its oneness. All of us are falling. This hand ...
Five Poems by Rainer Marie Rilke Translated by Richard Becker
LAR Online, Translations
We weren’t surprised when we got the call from the guidance counselor at Avery’s middle school. We’d anticipated it ever since Avery began speaking in Carl Sagan quotes. It didn’t take a fortune teller to predict ...
The Aggregate of Our Joy by Elizabeth Rosen
Fiction, LAR Online
In the high school wrestling gym, it never seemed there were locker rooms. There were bodies. Boys with shirts off or shirts on. Boys with sweatpants and slippery torsos peeking out over elastic bands. Or with ...
The Wrestler by Elizabeth Wenger
LAR Online, Nonfiction
