The men’s competition came first, and now it’s our turn. I’m the woman in the red paisley summer dress and impractical sandals staring directly over the lip of my stein, past the crowd into the glossy leaves ...
The Last Resort by L.I. Henley
LAR Online, Nonfiction
The Winter Garden
In that winter garden, how beautifully
The roses slept while working secretly
To prepare a spring for you.
The shoots and branches
Like the beauties in old ...
Poems by Ahmet Hamdi Tanpınar Translated by Aysel K. Basci
LAR Online, Translations
Blood Poisoning
Eight generations of matriarchs
declared her the black ewe
in our lineage. And even from
a trunk in the attic, Aunt Nina's
stare follows me like a war recruitment
poster, ...
2 Poems by R. A. Allen
LAR Online, Poetry
Lucy just isn’t the kind of person who would do something like this. She’s such a good mom.
It’s been a shock for all of us, especially poor Tim. I saw him yesterday out in front of their house. I was ...
To rest her feet, to feel like one of the girls by Hannah Grieco
Fiction, LAR Online
Lures by Adam Vines
Review by Leona Sevick
Publisher: Louisiana State University Press
ISBN: 978-0-807 1-7689-4
Publication Date: February 9, 2022, Pages: 58
I read Adam Vines’ Lures in a ...
Lures by Adam Vines Review by Leona Sevick
Book Reviews, LAR Online
There are ways to know the mother
will leave. She no longer cooks with Morton salt
though pressures rise like aspirations
and the soup still tastes of tears.
You often find her buried ...
Signs of Impending Matriarchal Departure or Fair? by Alafia Nicole Sessions
LAR Online, Poetry
When my mother and I first moved to Ojai, we lived in a cabin up Sisar Canyon. We had been nomads, living briefly in Athens, Greece with my father, then in Oakland with my Aunt Melissa, then in San Rafael with my ...
Monkey Flower by Mira Skalkottas
LAR Online, Nonfiction
Plane Trees, Late Summer
See, even their branches crave reprieve,
just a few days’ rest,
and see how those alleys
end: answerless.
Feel this August
still humming on the lakes’ ...
Poems by Gunnar Translated by Klein Voorhees
LAR Online, Translations
How Would You Like It
The indignity at the end. I tell myself to tell you.
No one would want this though no one is asked.
Times he was left naked on the too-high bed;
not allowed to eat, or forced ...
2 Poems by Mary Ann Samyn
LAR Online, Poetry