These five poems are co-translations by the author with either Elina Alter or Eugene Ostashevsky, as noted after each poem.
* In Memory of Alexei Navalny he died a natural deathshe died a natural ...
Poems by Inna Krasnoper Translated by Elina Alter and Eugene Ostashevsky
LAR Online, Translations
When my mother first left Iran,she didn’t know she’d never return.No jewelry—just thyroid pills,a change of clothes, three photographs—one of me, gap-toothed, smiling.No suitcase could carrywhat she left ...
The Doorstep by Leila Farjami
LAR Online, Poetry
He is the first Black photographer she has ever worked with, older than Steffi but nebulously so, in that she isn’t sure his exact age. Later, he will tell her he is 25, but something about the way he repeats this age, ...
Kots by Eirinie Carson
Fiction, LAR Online
Boneyard Heresies by Tina SchumannReviewed by Sarah Carey
Publisher: Moon City Press
Publication Date: February 3, 2025ISBN: 978-0-913785-75-1Page Count: 98 pages
To borrow a ubiquitous phrase, poet Tina ...
Boneyard Heresies by Tina Schumann Reviewed by Sarah Carey
Book Reviews, LAR Online
Minimum Snowman
Little Les had no face. His head looked like a pancake. You could say he was pancake-faced. I always wondered about that; I never understood how he could stay alive like that – without eyes, without a ...
Short Story by Márton Böszörményi Translated by Gábor Dajka
LAR Online, Translations
I see him there in the dark, watching me and frowning.
I skitter about on all fours in a tattered white dress, long black hair draping over my face. Tonight is Halloween. The theme is movies. I’m twitching to the beat ...
Karl Marx Hates My Drag Show by Seth Wade
Flash Fiction, LAR Online
This morning I was a bird. My sparrow whined for me like I was her mama. House sparrows are cavity nesters, and this one is no exception. She snuggled in my palm and fell back asleep. We are one and the same, this bird ...
Today I Was A Bird by Aimee Seiff Christian
LAR Online, Nonfiction
says God after several years of silence. Notin so many words, but the air at nine a.m. is coolthough it’s July, there’s not one but five (five!)stippled fawns high-stepping across the lawn like kidswho struck ...
I Feel I Owe You All an Apology by Celisa Steele
LAR Online, Poetry
“Sure, Jocelyn, I’ll show it to you,” says Leila Clark, the bank manager, when I ask to see the second-floor apartment in the building, advertised as vacant and available. Leila takes a key out of her desk and ...
The People Here by Cary Holladay
Fiction, LAR Online