The scab of the earth is a wide museum.I roam around in gigantic clothes,Striving to be unrecognizable.To give consequence to the peril of my inner world.I’m becoming a circle forever to fit you here.A closed system, ...
Strip Mall by Haley Joy Harris
LAR Online, Poetry
Cecile asks Frederic how he’d kill her if he had to and he doesn’t hesitate to answer. They’re in the kitchen, which opens onto the living room, and it all belongs to her. She pays the rent, and he stays there ...
Mercy by Cerissa DiValentino
Fiction, LAR Online
MusicA frantic awakening from every thought,Repeatedly and cruel, as if fate;In a dark night’s exuberant waters,A ship catches fire, an angel reaches out.Who are those, bathing in this dark fountainAs if resurrected ...
Three Poems by Ahmet Hamdi Tanpınar Translated by Aysel K. Basci
LAR Online, Translations
Afternoon at Miss Allyger’s store, light comes through the crosses on the dossals, runs onto the folk-art trinkets and postcards of the mountains, which Lavina restocks from a woven bin. It is her seventeenth birthday, ...
Goodbye to the Flowers by Carolynn Mireault
Flash Fiction, LAR Online
Pendulum Motion / The octopus as a word infiltrates the language as ocean… The octopus as a word infiltrates the language as ocean,filling the space left by the outflowing water; language claimsthe octopus, opening up ...
Three Poems by Péter Závada Translated by Mark Baczoni and Anna Bentley
LAR Online, Translations
How to Love a Black Hole by Rebecca Fishow
Review by Wes Blake
Publisher: Conium Press
Publication Date: March 4, 2025 (Limited Edition Hardcover)
October 7, 2025 (General Release Paperback)
ISBN 978-1-942387-22-0 ...
How to Love a Black Hole by Rebecca Fishow Review by Wes Blake
Book Reviews, LAR Online
Your land of tornado my land of weathervane. How many are like me: in public, pressed and pleated. How many are like you: an ocean battered tree, roots in shallow sand. How many ways will you list, ...
We’ve Been Here Before by Emily Pérez
LAR Online, Poetry
You have to leave now and outside the wind is unwavering along the windows. On the old oak nightstand the telephone screams and falls silent, screams again and falls silent, screams and no one answers, screams and no ...
January by Hannah Liberman
Fiction, LAR Online
Two days before I flew to my childhood home in rural Assam, India, an unaccountable itch made me put off some last-minute tasks and rush over to Will Rogers State Historic Park, in the Pacific Palisades. The vast lawn ...
Love Letter to Will Rogers, from Assam by Grace Singh Smith
LAR Online, Nonfiction
