Dora texts, tells me to ditch J.R., says Rodan, the bar we’re going to, is trash. Gary’s band is playing at Berlin, that horrible cruise-y nightclub in Boystown. They’re booking punk shows now. We can hang ...
Gary Comes To Town by Matt Kessler
Fiction, LAR Online
A banging—glass rattling against glass.
At the end of the ...
When My Eighth Grader Asks “What’s Worse Than Ghosting?” by Kirsten Kaschock
LAR Online, Nonfiction
The Year the City Emptied: After Baudelaire by Daisy Fried
Review by Roy White
Published 2022 by Flood Editions
ISBN 978-1-7332734-8-0
Helicopters sang out in the South Philly skyAnd morning wind ...
The Year the City Emptied: After Baudelaire by Daisy Fried Review by Roy White
Book Reviews, LAR Online
On TV, astronauts land in Kazakhstan. Behind them, god,
the locusts—a welcoming party—proclaim no fear of God.
Folks came of age, once, under Chernobyl’s stars.
That was when a sabbatical ...
Ghazal No. 3 by M. Cynthia Cheung
LAR Online, Poetry
I go to the railroad tracks and follow
them to the station of my enemies
by Tongo Eisen-Martin
Review By D.S. Waldman
Rocks In Your Head Records37min 13secPublication date: June 18, ...
Album by Tongo Eisen-Martin Review By D.S. Waldman
Book Reviews, LAR Online
Mona Kareem is the author of three poetry collections. She is a recipient of a 2021 NEA literary grant, and a fellow at Center for the Humanities at Tufts University. She held fellowships ...
Poems by Mona Kareem Translated by Sara Elkamel
LAR Online, Translations
1.
Could there be a more beautiful name,
ocelli, for the false eyespots tattooed
on the wings of silk moths? Automeris io
with her blue-black eyes on butter-yellow
hind ...
Iridology: A Mapping / Jishin-no-ben by Lee Ann Roripaugh
LAR Online, Poetry
The Boy was birthed into the world flush against rotted soil. The soil of the Shallows, that of our Township. The first soil to feel the feet of men, it is said, within the Township. But, old, ...
Amen by Makambo Tshionyi
Fiction, LAR Online
1.
A friend of mine wears a shirt on our weekend runs that says, “I run so I can eat.” It’s a fair reason, though most of us would need at least a dozen shirts to explain why we venture out onto ice-caked ...
Why I Run by Joshua Doležal
LAR Online, Nonfiction
