“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
THE GIRL HEARS A HAMMERING AT THE DOOR. ARE THOSE COPS, HER MOMMA
SAYS JUST BEFORE THE GIRL MOVES TOWARDS THE SOUND.
Two fists pound, again, just before the girl opens the door.
Two cops tower ...
a Piece by Vanessa Saunders
Fiction, LAR Online
Tiffany Troy: Can you introduce yourself to your readers of the world?
Elizabeth Metzger: I came to poetry even though my family was not really literary. My mother especially was not a poetry reader, but by luck she ...
Becoming My Own Other: A Conversation with Elizabeth Metzger about Her Newest Poetry Chapbook, Bed
Interviews, LAR Online
I can’t really enjoy the trip until I put the car in neutral, once the left front and back tires hook on the track and the sprays of water shoot through the hoses and the rubber flaps slap the car. It's not an ...
Car Wash Bravado by Liz Rose Shulman
LAR Online, Nonfiction
In the hour in the morning just before day, we set fire to the bean field in the middle of rain. The green turned to orange, and then red, & then flames caught the fat bulb of the crocus at the edge of the grave. ...
Same Dream by Ally Young
LAR Online, Poetry
