There are only two things Hunter hates most of all: burnt toast and doing laundry. Because the list is so short, she is always reminded of burnt toast as she folds Jade’s boxer-briefs, which makes for an unpleasant ...
Rituals by Eli Dunham
Flash Fiction, LAR Online
Pregnancy No. 1
Gestation: 6 weeks, 1 day
I was a girl trying to be a woman in a man’s world, a fledgling New York City architect. With a work ethic inherited from immigrant parents who fled communist Poland with ...
Motherhood: A Resurrection by Magda Stoenescu
LAR Online, Nonfiction
Tailspin and Other Stories by Pat Matsueda
Review by Steve Heller
Publishers: El León Literary Arts and Mānoa Books
Publication Date: 2025
ISBN: 979-8-9873718-6-2
Pages: 36
A Little of Everything: Bringing Life ...
Tailspin and Other Stories by Pat Matsueda, Review by Steve Heller
Book Reviews, LAR Online
from Cœurs, livres d’amour, by Hélène DorionThis morning the wind embraces the house, holdsthe trees close as your silence holds me.The expanse is erased, leaving nothing but my bodymy fine veins, my hands ...
Selected poems from Hearts, Books of Love by Hélène Dorion Translated by Susanna Lang
LAR Online, Translations
Fairytale of Old Town Pasadena I’m waiting for your shift to end scooping baklava ice cream in an alley storefront better suited to hawking bacon-wrapped hot dogs to the drunks staggering home with sticky shoes from ...
Two Poems by Michael Juliani
LAR Online, Poetry
I loved my mother. She bought me an alarm clock for my twelfth birthday because I was always late to school, slow to wake under her gentle hands. She smelled of powdery makeup and sweet perfume. Her steps made no sound ...
Sugar by Annabelle Taghinia
Fiction, LAR Online
Three weeks ago, something small began scratching inside me. A dry cough: brief, harmless at first. Then came the itch, like the brush of a wing beneath my ribs.
No fever. No pain. Just the constant feeling that my ...
WINGS BEHIND THE WALLS, Written and Translated by Gustavo Vázquez-Lozano
LAR Online, Translations
Some nights I sense the life I led twelve years ago is ongoing, just elsewhere. In that reality, my barber pumps waves into my deadass flat hair twice a year and there’s a washer and dryer in my unit and my mom calls ...
Laundralaxy by Katy Storch
Flash Fiction, LAR Online
On the way home from my Saturday Alanon meeting, I realize it’s my father’s sobriety anniversary. Fifty years. Should I call him? He’s on a ranch somewhere south of Austin with eight of his college buddies, and I ...
