Telemetry. I woke up with a desire to use that word today but couldn't figure out how. It's nearing, oh, eleven o'clock now—PM, mind you—and I still haven't got it right. At the diner this morning I asked the server ...
Sources Say by Bradley David
Flash Fiction, LAR Online
Tiny Extravaganzas by Diane Mehta
Review by Catherine McNulty
Publisher: Arrowsmith Press
Publication Date: October 15, 2023
ISBN: 979-8987924112
Pages: 136
Diane Mehta’s bold new collection of ...
Tiny Extravaganzas by Diane Mehta Review by Catherine McNulty
Book Reviews, LAR Online
With Darlings
Alone I am at my very best but I seem always to be followed by darlings
darlings with sharp teeth or darlings with fuzzy bodies or darlings with big
bellies or darlings with wide ...
2 poems by Adele Elise Williams
LAR Online, Poetry
Before
“I hope I’m not boring you,” he said.
“What do you mean?” I said.
“Look, that’s what it says here.”
My husband, balanced on the bottom step of a broad stairway of the detached, ...
A Frail Perishable Thing by Frances Hider
LAR Online, Nonfiction
I knew it was going to be a bad day when Eliana called. I was playing hooky, walking through a white-walled art gallery, beneath a helix of tiny red, blue, and green sports cars suspended by hundreds of thin wires. ...
Say a Prayer for the Pretender by Alli Cruz
Fiction, LAR Online
As a child I used to climb our apple tree up close to the power lines where I could hear them crackling. My mouth-watered and fingers tingled when I imagined touching the wires. Our tree had knotty skin with crooked ...
Fracture by Michael Harper
Flash Fiction, LAR Online
Puebla by Brent Ameneyro
Review by Mariam Ahmed
Publisher: Ghost City Press
Publication Date: August 25, 2023
Number of pages: 14
A Poet Distilled: Book Review of Brent Ameneyro’s ...
Puebla by Brent Ameneyro Review by Mariam Ahmed
Book Reviews, LAR Online
All summer, my son played with a boy
whose mother I never saw, and no one,
not the boy or his brother or his father
writing code on the porch, ever explained;
no one said divorce or ...
Opal by Jane Zwart
LAR Online, Poetry
A police officer pulls me out of school my first day of first grade. Or is it my second day? Am I called to the front office, or does she march into our classroom? Do I even go to school that day, or does my mother ...