.................Weariness alone is enough to bring disillusionment for he cannot in the end escape the futility
.................of an endless ...
Choosing a Greek Island: Durkheim’s Dilemma by Mary Patrice Erdmans
LAR Online, Nonfiction
Fiat Lux by Paula AbramoTranslator: Dick Cluster
Published: 8 July 2022Publisher: Flowersong PressLength: 120 pagesISBN: 978-1953447449Reviewed by: Brent Ameneyro
In many instances, poets blur the line between ...
Fiat Lux by Paula Abramo Reviewed by: Brent Ameneyro
Book Reviews, LAR Online
The Old Country
That was our future: the riverbanks tamed
with brickwork, the train timetable listing
missing stops, our town’s surviving industries
of young beauties, liquor stores, ...
2 Poems by Megan Harlan
LAR Online, Poetry
They are in the basement, sitting among the boxes of communion wine and sacrament. They had been halfway through choir practice when it began and now they sit here, on the ground, most ...
Scenario by Dave Housley
Fiction, LAR Online
Solenoid by Mircea Cărtărescu
Translated by Sean CotterDeep Vellum PublishingOctober 25, 2022672 PagesISBN 9781646052028
Reviewed by Sarah Kornfeld
The Haunting Magic of Mircea Cărtărescu's ...
Solenoid by Mircea Cărtărescu Reviewed by Sarah Kornfeld
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 and ...
Prose Poems by Mona Kareem Translated by Sara Elkamel
LAR Online, Translations
Goes by Mark Irwin
Goes the jet laying down its shadow, grazing
rapid ground. Goes the clone undoing species. Goes
the email’s whoosh alone to others. Goes the boy abused to field. Goes
his kite ...
2 Poems by Mark Irwin
LAR Online, Poetry
“It’s the damned lesbians,” your father was telling me. We were sitting at the bar at Castro’s Backroom, the cigar shop on Elm. He’d recently returned from visiting you out west, and I was asking after ...
At Castro’s by Colton Huelle
Flash Fiction, LAR Online
It’s trite to write about the sensation of having a body, how it slices you up the same way a mandoline does, quickly and imperceptibly until you’re standing at the kitchen counter with blood in your coleslaw. ...
