I was seventeen years old and living in the suburbs of Westbrook, Maine, when God rode her skateboard through a flaming hole in the sky. She turned out to be a bit of an asshole in denim and sent forth a cloud of locusts ...
And God Descended Like Hell on Wheels by Francis Walsh
Flash Fiction, LAR Online
53 Degrees North, 113 Degrees West
Only the hares walk on water
here. A layer of ice
between water & air. The difference
between latitude & longitude: a half
circle. ...
3 Poems by Chelsea Dingman
LAR Online, Poetry
I was eighteen and living on two eggs a day. I fried them in soy sauce, pleating them in the pan the way my mother showed me. Don’t break the yolk, she’d say, rolling the oil into pearls. It means you’ll have a ...
Transcendence by K-Ming Chang
Fiction, LAR Online
to agnieszka osiecka
laments
why write them
mourn
shed tears forcefully
she is gone
she lived
and departed
it’s clear
she won’t run after maggie
the fool ...
4 Poems Translated by Wioletta Polanski
LAR Online, Translations
I rapped sharply on the door to Room 324. After a few moments, I knocked again, rubbing my slick palms against the hem of my dress. What’s taking so long, I thought with irritation.
At last, the door opened. A ...
Basin Street Blues by Kat Saunders
LAR Online, Nonfiction
for Cairo
......
Because I don’t want to indict my memory, I indict August. I accuse it of opening the door to the dream as I dreamed it. I was indifferent to the heat. Hungered for your touch like salt. ...
August by Sara Elkamel
LAR Online, Poetry
For many, it was the summer of the pandemic. For others, a summer of American unrest and protests.
For me, it was the summer Hana Kimura died.
Maybe you know who she is, and maybe you ...
Pink Hair by Geoffrey Waring
LAR Online, Nonfiction
Pine
by Julia Koets
Southern Indiana Review Press, April 2021
$16.95, 72pp
ISBN: 978-1-930508-49-1
Review by: Amie Whittemore
Like desire, coming out is more process than moment; ...
Review: Pine by Amie Whittemore
Book Reviews, LAR Online
I didn't want to make a spectacle of the night, but I did want to bring in some turbine. A different flow for Sheila and I. We’d been together for three years and lived at the Lyndon on seventh. There wasn't much
holiday ...
Christmas Eve at the Lyndon Hotel by Henry Lara
Flash Fiction, LAR Online
