I. Boothbay
I contemplate my bad habits as I gaze over a harbor in Maine at a glowing cathedral, floating on the third day of a booze high and letting the scarce appearance of the sun turn me soppy. I figure Jesus ...
I Never Met A Man Who Didn’t Turn Mean About His Sleep by Emily DeYoung
LAR Online, Nonfiction
“You are, you know, you were the nearest thing to a real story to happen in my life.”
—Renata Adler, Pitch ...
White Space by Robin Lippincott
LAR Online, Nonfiction
“What are you?”
A question, posed by strangers, that has followed me for as long as I can remember. On subways, in classrooms, on the street. People only mean to ask about my ethnic makeup, but to use those ...
“What Are You, and Where is Burma?” by Juliet Way-Henthorne
LAR Online, Nonfiction
I have a pebble in my right nipple. Or a pebble-size something. I found it one night lying in bed, and as I rolled it around under one finger to determine the size, I went into auto defense: a little cyst, ...
Waiting by Caroline Sutton
LAR Online, Nonfiction
Over Thanksgiving, my mother tells me that wearing black casts illusions. At first, I hear that it makes one’s body look dimmer. Outside, the daylight fades from everywhere at once. The specific music of a Northern ...
Self Portrait as Candle Song by Cole Pragides
LAR Online, Nonfiction
I’m suspended in the chair, trapped in a staring contest with my own reflection. Joey moves around me with wordless precision, scissors glinting under fluorescent lights. I prefer the silent ones—stylists who treat ...
The Torture Seat by Chris Wu
LAR Online, Nonfiction
water will come again
if you can wait for it.
—Lucille Clifton, “water sign woman”
Mid-March: You wish for the late-winter rain that Seattle is famed for. You wish for all the water the Pacific Northwest can ...
DESIRE IS AN IAMB by Lauren Fath
LAR Online, Nonfiction
Both my grandparents died very young.
My mother thinks it’s because my grandfather would chain smoke in the greenhouse, creating a literal greenhouse effect where my grandmother constantly took in the secondhand ...
Practicing Dying by Rebecca Suzuki
LAR Online, Nonfiction
Two days before I flew to my childhood home in rural Assam, India, an unaccountable itch made me put off some last-minute tasks and rush over to Will Rogers State Historic Park, in the Pacific Palisades. The vast lawn ...
Love Letter to Will Rogers, from Assam by Grace Singh Smith
LAR Online, Nonfiction
