the sky,
cast to the four winds, doesn’t resemble
itself.
this is the margin
we are drawn into.
the rapture of birds:
to their weightlessness; raptors —
the ...
2 Poems by Anna Glazova Translated by Alex Niemi
LAR Online, Translations
There is a term for post-mortem ashes: cremains.
A portmanteau of bone, hair, skin, whatever fabric
(a gown, sweats, a tattered t-shirt) draped the corpse
when the attendant or nurse wheeling the ...
A Stitched-Together Sestina by Connor L Simons
LAR Online, Poetry
“How can a man of consciousness have the slightest respect for himself?”
—Fyodor Dostoevsky, Notes from Underground
I am a sick man. Fractured. You may wonder how I ended up on the roof, standing with my ...
Underground by Tariq al Haydar
Fiction, LAR Online
Focal Point by Jenny Qi
Steel Toe Books
October 2021
ISBN 978-1-949540-26-0
87 pages
Book Review by Angelo Mao
A “focal point,” the title of Jenny Qi’s first collection of poetry, is the location ...
Focal Point by Jenny Qi Review by Angelo Mao
Book Reviews, LAR Online
“Al, I think I fucked up,” Luke announced.
Seeing Luke was agitated, I shut my computer. Usually, nothing much fazed him. When our apartment block caught fire, and we evacuated to a questionable hotel, and when ...
Reprieve by Alex Poppe
LAR Online, Nonfiction
You’re Surrounded
by green forgiveness, reprieving siskins, summer’s narcotic sorbets.
It’s difficult to think about disappearing at the six o’clock hour
in late August, the unlacking light, the ...
You’re Surrounded by Martha Silano
LAR Online, Poetry
After he pushed off the burn in his gut faded. At first, he looked down hard, scanning for what he could recognize from up high. His office light was still on. He flew past it and spotted the deli down the ...
Skyline by K. Min
Flash Fiction, LAR Online
Tender Acts
I
I’d like to feel your cool hand
against my burning forehead. Like this the dew
falls on exhausted rose bushes.
Like this the moon blossoms in the ...
Poems by Maria Luisa Spaziani Translated by Vincent Frontero
LAR Online, Translations
Wrap It in Silk
........................And give it to the dead—the wound
the doctors can’t repair. Because the ribs
........................are a curve in promise
to ...
Wrap It in Silk by Melissa Studdard
LAR Online, Poetry
