Instructions on Living Alone
after they delivered the couch. i cried. smelled the rotting pasta. at the top of last
night’s trash. it reminded me there's no one. to rot with or die next to. after ...
Two Poems By Arnisha Royston
LAR Online, Poetry
Roger was a top marksman on the university rifle team—clay pigeons and postal competitions. He ended all that when one day he found himself sighting someone from his dorm window. University of Michigan, 1972. He ...
Like Love by Sherrie Flick
Flash Fiction, LAR Online
I
After Sunday another winter Monday,
and some hours after Monday’s midnight
his fourth week began. His fourth Tuesday
alone with her, still on the five-to-noon shift
he’d ...
A Few Minutes After Nine by Charles Douthat
LAR Online, Poetry
I am expired. I have no growing cancer, no failing kidney, or Alzheimer’s, none of the lethal 21st century common causes of death. I have a history of anemia that I sporadically keep under control with the iron ...
The Stories We Choose to Tell by Fatima Alharthi
Fiction, LAR Online
Voice of the Fish
A Lyric Essay by Lars Horn
Review by Faith Hanna
Graywolf Press
ISBN: 978-1-64445-089-5
Publication Date: 6/7/22
Pages: 240
‘Voice of the Fish,’ A ...
Voice of the Fish by Lars Horn Review by Faith Hanna
Book Reviews, LAR Online
Heaven Knows
Some days, you wake up
and the light in the field is like swimming
or moving through clear fog, is something that pushes
back—not startling but steady pressure,
the ...
Two Poems by Anna V. Q. Ross
LAR Online, Poetry
The men’s competition came first, and now it’s our turn. I’m the woman in the red paisley summer dress and impractical sandals staring directly over the lip of my stein, past the crowd into the glossy leaves ...
The Last Resort by L.I. Henley
LAR Online, Nonfiction
The Winter Garden
In that winter garden, how beautifully
The roses slept while working secretly
To prepare a spring for you.
The shoots and branches
Like the beauties in old ...
Poems by Ahmet Hamdi Tanpınar Translated by Aysel K. Basci
LAR Online, Translations
Blood Poisoning
Eight generations of matriarchs
declared her the black ewe
in our lineage. And even from
a trunk in the attic, Aunt Nina's
stare follows me like a war recruitment
poster, ...
2 Poems by R. A. Allen
LAR Online, Poetry
