Hacer de Tripas Corazón
With lines by Ranier Maria Rilke and Joy Harjo
For beauty is nothing
................but the beginning of terror,
is what you must’ve thought
................when ...
2 Poems by Alexandra Lytton Regalado
LAR Online, Poetry
Dad was a commercial actor, the most handsome dad on the block. The rest were character actors, all a bit shorter, less symmetrical, more comfortable in their extra pounds and ounces. Not Dad, with his taut but not ...
Dad Was an Actor by Kelle Schillaci Clarke
Flash Fiction, LAR Online
The Dictator and the Greeting Cards
by Edmundo Paz Soldán
From the collection Desencuentros
Madrid: Páginas de Espuma, 2018
Translated by Roy Youdale and Nick Caistor
The dictator and the greeting ...
The Dictator and the Greeting Cards by Edmundo Paz Soldán Translated by Roy Youdale and Nick Caistor
LAR Online, Translations
Dona Juanita and the Love of Boys
by Gabrielle Everall
Review by Kiran Bhat
Dona Juanita and the Love of Boys, written by Gabrielle Everall, attempts to take the narrative of the male gaze and feminize it. This is ...
Dona Juanita and the Love of Boys by Gabrielle Everall Review by Kiran Bhat
Book Reviews, LAR Online
Closet I
For better or worse, I welcomed the misreading –
two women holding hands at a bus stop
in this part of the world couldn’t be more
than friends, yet somehow I found the city’s narrow ...
Closet I and II by Sahar Romani
LAR Online, Poetry
María de la Tierra Sagrada is a dirty town. Not because of pollution, occasional political scandals or a slightly sullied history, but because of the dark red soil that holds its people here. The holy dirt gets under ...
A Ride to the Airport by Eve West Bessier
Fiction, LAR Online
I'd been living in Santa Cruz all of seventy-two hours when I witnessed the brawl. Two squirrels thrashed about in the campus parking lot as I was looking for a spot. At first, I thought they were mating. But as I drove ...
Moving to Paradise by Courtney Kersten
LAR Online, Nonfiction
A Happy Ending
A ship isn’t built to stay safely tied to harbor. All the ways we wander and wave: the sails in the wind, the convex of their girth, the flummox of their flail.
The last decade, its nearing ...
2 Poems by Leah Umansky
LAR Online, Poetry
Day 52
I went by the creek today. The one behind the factory. It’s still running. The creek is, not the factory. The little fish still dart around at the bottom like phosphenes. They’re so fast, zipping this way ...
Last Queer on Earth by Sara Potocsny
Flash Fiction, LAR Online
