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
antibodies
i’ve been trying to survive somewhat calmly
drinking lots of water
i always feel
the urge to go pee
and i’ve learned that this muscle we contract when we need
to go pee is ...
2 Poems by Danielle Magalhães Translated by Robert Smith
LAR Online, Translations
Grieving
Written by Cristina Rivera Garza
The Feminist Press, 2020
182 pages
Reviewed by Shannon Nakai
From birth to death, the universal experience linking human existence across our diverse ...
Grieving by Cristina Rivera Garza Reviewed by Shannon Nakai
Book Reviews, LAR Online
Alice from the office knows I am Taiwanese like her. Her desk is to my left, my seat is to her right, our coats are left and right of each other in the middle. Alice’s accent makes no apologies. Her gaze says I know ...
Alice Chats Sky by Tiffany Hsieh
LAR Online, Poetry
On the morning of Rosie’s thirty-fifth birthday, Suresh conceded that his wife was an imposter. He suspected that his Rosie must have only recently been replaced by this Rosie, since up to a few weeks ago his wife ...
The Not So Liberating Art of Sussing Out A Fraud by Rajiv Ramkhalawan
Fiction, LAR Online
