The Falling Year
I fell from the roof of a building on the first day of the year and didn’t stop falling until the last. It’s not true what they say—that you fall so fast you can’t breathe, or that your heart ...
2024 Short Fiction Award Winner: Kayla Chang
Award Winners, Fiction
We wrap dark, dome-shaped chocolates in foil with cold fingers. We affix a sticker with Mata’s face to the top of each wrapped chocolate. The wall-mounted air-conditioning unit blows icy air on us. The chocolate room ...
A Golden Light by Mary Katherine Carr
Fiction, LAR Online
Regression The first day after returning to my townI slept in a tree.The second day back to the moonI slept in a crater.The third day after returning to the worldI slept upon stone.My sister wasn’t living where she ...
Five poems from Animal Muerto by Sebastián Gómez Matus Translated from Spanish by Ian U Lockaby
LAR Online, Translations
Father Elegies by Stella Hayes
Review by: Shannon Vare Christine
Publisher: What Books Press
Publication Date: October 15th, 2024
ISBN 9798990014930
Page #: 126
Separated into three distinct sections named for ...
Father Elegies by Stella Hayes Review by Shannon Vare Christine
Book Reviews, LAR Online
T. De Los Reyes is a Filipino poet and author of And Yet Held (Bull City Press, 2024). Her poems have previously appeared or are forthcoming in Waxwing, Pleaides, Epiphany, Bellingham ...
My Sister Tells Me She Doesn’t Understand Why Anyone Will Love Her by T. De Los Reyes
LAR Online, Poetry
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I remembered someone telling me that the worst thing that could happen was running out of desires, but I just wasn’t wired like that. I was in the back of my car, on New Year’s Eve, with a boy I’d just met. He ...
Bites/Being in Love by Nicole Sellew
Flash Fiction, LAR Online
This small town, the place where I grew up and occasionally return to, is beautiful, but dull. When I am away, I long for the town’s routines, which, as a teenager, bored me: the boats lowing in the morning; the fog ...
California Romantics by Becky Peterson
LAR Online, Nonfiction
Heatstroke
I marry a blond man. When I kiss him on the lips, he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. Flowers of all colors rain down from the sky, and the sound of cheers and applause begins to rise. My wedding ...
A short story by Fereshteh Ahmadi Translated by Siavash Saadlou
LAR Online, Translations
In addition to the heavy casket, there’s the crunch of weak ankles carrying it. The orange smeared on my hands is not from marigolds but from bug repellent layered on my exposed body. I’m not a fan of distraction ...
In the Meadow by Mercedes Rodriguez
Poetry
