That thing that happens sometimes where
the boardwalk stretches into the forest,
wetlands reflecting sunlight from below,
and you feel like you're on tour through
a more interesting life than your ...
Alfred Hitchcock and the Three Investigators in the Mystery of the Rest of Your Life by Christopher Citro
LAR Online, Poetry
The mood had come over him again, descending with the weight of a permanent state of affairs. He seemed hazy to himself and surrounded by questions he couldn’t answer. Other people went in and out of focus, his images ...
Haze by Glen Pourciau
Fiction, LAR Online
Five poems from
The Adults by Tove Ditlevsen
Original title: De Voksne Ⓒ 1969
Translated from the Danish
by Cynthia Graae and Michael Favala Goldman
with permission of Gyldendal ...
5 Poems Translated by Cynthia Graae and Michael Favala Goldman
LAR Online, Translations
The first day of my sophomore year of high school, I signed up for theater club. In three years, I would be eighteen, and my plan was to pack my belongings and ride a bus to L.A., where I would audition for roles in ...
High School for Dummies by Tatiana Schlote-Bonne
LAR Online, Nonfiction
Case Study House No. 8
Charles and Ray Eames, 1949
Pacific Palisades
The walls are sneaker-bright—Mondrian
cubes rendered in lead oxide. Once
the baby can stand in her crib, she peels
away the ...
3 Poems by Claire Christoff
LAR Online, Poetry
The father watches his children leave on a boat bound for Wales, and he carries with him this miraculous feeling of joy, a tangible entity with structure and shape, the size of a lemon, sticky and sweet, and as he ...
Hiraeth by Sean Dolan
Flash Fiction, LAR Online
Letting the Sound Wake You: Renée Gregorio’s Abyss & Bridge
A Taos Press, 2021
In Renée Gregorio’s latest collection Abyss & Bridge, the narrator of the poem “12 Crop Circles: India” is told: ...
Letting the Sound Wake You: Renée Gregorio’s Abyss & Bridge review by Devon Balwit
Book Reviews, LAR Online
And imagine Jesus walking in the desert,
drinking date shakes, noticing the giant statue
of Marilyn has disappeared. Nothing lasts forever,
he shakes his head. He checks into the motel
Frank Sinatra was ...
I Confuse Palm Sunday with Palm Springs by Jeannine Hall Gailey
LAR Online, Poetry
Celeste and Rory were cleaning up. Rory collected cracker crumbs in the palm of his hand as he picked them out of the shag rug beneath their coffee table. He faced away from Celeste, even as she circled the room ...
Cleanup by J. Arthur Scott
Flash Fiction, LAR Online
