The day I was expected at Missy Cadwell’s, a woman across town left her screen door open and got mauled to death in her own living room.
Domesticated, Missy always said about the bears, overly domesticated.
I ...
To Stop the Head from Running Wild by Kieran Mundy
Fiction, LAR Online
The poet hovered like Christ on a raging sea. The applause thanked him for his honest timbre, his story and blood.
A trail of tears began gathering underneath the claps somewhere in the balcony, on the far ...
The Ovation by Morgan Mann Willis
LAR Online, Nonfiction
Paul van Ostaijen: Village, 1928
.......................a version
In the night, a bat
your breath
doesn’t depend on the breath of another
and you know this place
the people, house to house, at ...
A poem by Paul van Ostaijen translated by Joshua Weiner
LAR Online, Translations
An Alpine Lake Under a Birdless Sky
.............................You’re tired of summer.
.............................You want to stop all the singing.
.............................And everything is ...
2 Poems by Jordan Escobar
LAR Online, Poetry
The sun is red today, and I don’t know what to say to you. I am staring at this red sun cutting through the smudged clouds, buckling under the decision to say everything or nothing. I imagine you at the kitchen sink, ...
A Crack in the Woods by Sarah Brokamp
Flash Fiction, LAR Online
Slick Like Dark by Meg Wade
Review by Erica Charis-Molling
As a lesbian who came out in the evangelical church, I resonated with Meg Wade’s book Slick Like Dark from its first few pages. Though coming from a ...
Slick Like Dark by Meg Wade Review by Erica Charis-Molling
Book Reviews, LAR Online
Air Raid by Polina Barskova
Translated by Valzhyna Mort
Review by Marina Kraiskaya
ISBN: 978-1-946433-70-1
Trade Paperback
Smyth-sewn. 160 pp, 5.25 x 8.25 in
Publication Date: October 01 2021
Eastern European Poets Series ...
Air Raid Book Review by Marina Kraiskaya
Book Reviews, LAR Online
chiaroscuro
It’s still alive — the curling end of all
the smoking fumes. It twirls between my ribs,
those narrow cogs, and fits across the tall
and broken pieces of the clock. My ...
2 Poems by McKenna Themm
LAR Online, Poetry
The first time I ever saw a heart was on our kitchen floor. Mother was dissecting a chicken on the tiles. It was the time of war and the best you could get from the meat market was a fully plucked chicken with the head ...
My Mother’s Heart by Mehr-Afarin Kohan
Fiction, LAR Online
