In our first trimester we took vitamins and drank milk. In our second, we felt for movements and carried home ultrasounds. When asked what we wanted, boy or girl, we resorted to the obvious—"as long as they're ...
What We Didn’t Know by Sharon Gusky
Flash Fiction, LAR Online
They did not know—the first
flowers in space, planted by a hand
years removed from another, already
the bones losing mass, density
another word for dependent,
the way oblong seeds in ...
Zinnias by Sarah Fawn Montgomery
LAR Online, Poetry
This is a story about Saeed, which my father told my mother before they’d even considered bringing me into the world, and my mother told me one day when I was trying to heat a pita on the stove. To be precise, Baba ...
Saeed by Amir Sommer translated by Jessica Cohen
Fiction, LAR Online
The Dream of Every Cell by Maricela Guerrero
Translated by Robin Myers
Review by Brent Ameneyro
ISBN: 978-1-945720-26-0
Paperback
140 pp
Publication Date: May 10, 2022
Cardboard House ...
The Dream of Every Cell by Maricela Guerrero Review by Brent Ameneyro
Book Reviews, LAR Online
Excerpt from Battle by Aurélie William Levaux
Editions Cambourakis (2019)
Translated from the French by Johanna McCalmont
The bathtub is huge, you could easily fit four people in it, no, I’m ...
Excerpt from Battle by Aurélie William Levaux translated by Johanna McCalmont
LAR Online, Translations
Hyacinth: killed by a stone discus, by accident or out of anger, thrown by his lover.
And always after one murder or another
a great power wonders,
how shall I commemorate the act?
Already the boy is ...
Hyacinth by Lee Upton
LAR Online, Poetry
Remember that night, my son? The world – whatever that is – was altogether different. You were altogether different. I was there with you. I felt your still heart and saw flashes of ...
A Night to Remember by Victor McConnell
Flash Fiction, LAR Online
1.
Well, here you are.
You made it from Montevideo, Uruguay, back to your house in Madison, Wisconsin on a plane of stranded people returning to first Chile, then Miami. And on from there on packed ...
A Test by Jesse Lee Kercheval
LAR Online, Nonfiction
If they’re communing with themselves, bewitched
by caverned basement shadows candlelit
and musk of brick, old rags, damp empty sleeves
mother hung to dry, how peevishly should we
scoff? No father clumps to ...
