Coin-feed. Fluorescent vibrating,a cold sleeping animal. My skirts and pantyhose,singed wings that died over a black lawn,all in the drum’s bright cave. The same convex,plastic cavern where we played in the ...
The Laundromat by Jaia Bashir
LAR Online, Poetry
“I had my other arm back then, but it didn’t help,” the one-armed girl said during the morning meeting. Members were supposed to introduce themselves before speaking. She didn’t. “My previous caregiver used to ...
The Incompletes by Mohammad Saleh Sahragard
Fiction, LAR Online
The Four Spent the Day Together by Chris Kraus
Review by Myka Tucker-Abramson
Publisher: Scribner
Publication date: 2025
ISBN: 1668098687
Pages: 324
Known for her stylish, autofiction novels that are equal parts ...
The Four Spent the Day Together by Chris Kraus Review by Myka Tucker-Abramson
Book Reviews, LAR Online
MY SISTER—LIFE
The poet Gosha and his wife, the painter, Masha, invited another creative married couple over to their place. Soon enough, all the vodka had been consumed, and Gosha went out to buy another bottle. ...
Short story by Alex Galper Translated by Alex Cigale
LAR Online, Translations
Vivian tasted the high when the Alum Rock Fire devoured the oak trees by Xochi’s. I’d just paid for our birria tacos when the sky, for two months muddled and gray, darkened to anthracite. As the sirens wailed around ...
Vivian Wants to Eat the Sun by Starr Jiang
Flash Fiction, LAR Online
Before I laugh at the TikToks that make empires look ridiculous, I wake up to the messages that remind me how dangerous it is to live in their shadow. Most mornings, before my alarm even goes off, I wake to the sound ...
Mocking Empire from Minnesota: On Somali TikTok, Belonging, and the Parody of Power by Mohamoud and Haque
LAR Online, Nonfiction
GLIDE MOON SIDEWAYSGlide moon sidewaysSweetly pierce the deepsThe forested steeps With icy raysThe bird extendsIts wings in wide movementsAs it counts the momentsTill the flight endsDaunting is the ship As she shakes ...
A Poem by Mihai Eminescu Translated by Delia Radu
LAR Online, Translations
- The time Jesse, Bill, and I got high and ran through the woods from the cops- what happened with those girls in the trees by their house when I was five- Viv’s depression ...
Things I Never Wrote About by Nicholas Rys
LAR Online, Poetry
When we first met, he asked to call me by your name: Clara. I imagined you as a ballerina, and therefore more beautiful than me.
When I was young, I had no idea that men might want me. When my friends would get called ...
Clara by Iris Loehr
Fiction, LAR Online
