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
Letters of the Alphabet Go to War by Lesyk Panasiuk
Reviewed by H. L. Hix
Publisher: Sarabande Books, 2026
ISBN: 978-1-956046-67-0Pages: 90
War With Language, War Against Language
by H. L. Hix
“In the Hospital ...
Letters of the Alphabet Go to War by Lesyk Panasiuk Reviewed by H. L. Hix
Book Reviews, LAR Online
Your HandYou fell asleep and your hand remained on my hip.I wanted to remove it, so I could move, but your insistent handrepeated, from memory, a caress. I tried again, and again itrepeated its caress. I rolled away ...
Four Poems by Graciela Reyes Translated by Jackie K. White
LAR Online, Translations
I’m always [ ]ing as if I were compromised.
As if I were about to be called to hand like a tool.
The heartbeat of my hands is the repetitive task.
Empathy originates in the body, according ...
Self-Portrait (The Mother Mill) by Kirstin Allio
Flash Fiction, LAR Online
“I can’t find your left ovary.”
In a very compromising position, I asked the ultrasound tech what she meant. Before responding, she requested I push down with my left hand low on my belly, where I knew my left ...
Elusive Ovary by Jenn Director Knudsen
LAR Online, Nonfiction
