The cat-sitter is on the lime green couch with her legs open in the air, head dangling on the floor. Her name is Daisy-Lily Miller, this is not her occupation; she just happens to be cat-sitting for the poet whose house ...
When The Girls Try by Zoë E. Wilson
Fiction, LAR Online
Dor by Alina Ștefănescu
Review by Daniel A. Rabuzzi
Published September 2021 by Wandering Aengus Press
(Eastsound, Washington USA)
90 pages
ISBN 978-0-578-91578-4
Alina Ștefănescu's intense and ...
Dor by Alina Ștefănescu Review by Daniel A. Rabuzzi
Book Reviews, LAR Online
Fragment: Small Talk on Melancholia
In Lars von Trier’s film, Melancholia, Kirsten Dunst’s
character, Justine, tries to keep one step ahead of it.
You can see this in the first half of the film
where, ...
2 Poems by Cynthia Cruz
LAR Online, Poetry
When I open the fridge, a buzzing white light cuts through the darkness in the house. I stare at the items on the shelves, unable to land on anything. Darkness falls again when I close the door. I sit on the kitchen ...
Where I’m Supposed to Be by Mehr-Afarin Kohan
Flash Fiction, LAR Online
The truth is I hate other people's dogs. Their imposing stares, their smell, their excessive hair, their slobbery mouths spewing froth. I pretend to like his though. Why do I do this? Why do I put on this dog-loving ...
A Decent Human Being by Athena Nassar
LAR Online, Nonfiction
If Only
If only; if only it would snow.
I lived, I was, defeated, honoured, proud.
Oh, when will come the snow, the falling snow?
The snows will come.
One day I'll step down from the off-white porch
See ...
If Only By Dmitry Vodennikov Translated from the Russian by Richard Coombes
LAR Online, Translations
Under a Sputnik-shaped lamp,
a Picasso print with three eyes.
My husband’s prosthetic eye
is as blue as the other.
After the surgery,
we had sex,
his eye under a ...
Airbnb Art by Christian Gullette
LAR Online, Poetry
We will never learn to speak Spanish—our mother fights us every step of the way. She wants nothing to do with her father’s language, nothing that reminds her of him— including herself. We’ve seen the proof in the ...
Buen Provecho by Amina Gautier
Fiction, LAR Online
I was eating brunch the first time I saw the drifts of slow white fall from the sky. It was July in San Francisco. A fat flake settled atop my hollandaise, too light to dent the shiny yellow fat. I can only fear what I ...
Paradise, Recycled by Margaret “Charley” Burlock
LAR Online, Nonfiction
