When you walk along the path, it curves slowly to the right, turning out of view only just before the horizon line. Trees line both sides, and they grow, like all trees on the plains, along a stream and out from a ...
Twixt Eden and Gethsemane: Notes on Contaminants of Concern in Wichita, Kansas by Jeromiah Taylor
LAR Online, Nonfiction
Before
“I hope I’m not boring you,” he said.
“What do you mean?” I said.
“Look, that’s what it says here.”
My husband, balanced on the bottom step of a broad stairway of the detached, ...
A Frail Perishable Thing by Frances Hider
LAR Online, Nonfiction
A police officer pulls me out of school my first day of first grade. Or is it my second day? Am I called to the front office, or does she march into our classroom? Do I even go to school that day, or does my mother ...
A Child’s Body by Sarah Ruth Jansen
LAR Online, Nonfiction
“Just put it in your bag.”
Saturday afternoon, just after Christmas. Morgan has been dead for twenty days, but his garden apartment in the Chelsea section of Manhattan brims with festivity. Alan, who is the ...
Bequest by Amy Cook
LAR Online, Nonfiction
After her mother died, D. started following these animal rescue pages on Instagram. Now she shows me pictures of dogs and cats, sometimes mistreated, underfed, full of mange, born blind, disabled, or missing ...
Sad Animals by Clint Margrave
LAR Online, Nonfiction
I will weep for the stranger as human,
for the kinship that’s closer than kin.
Alexander Shchedrinskiy,Odessa, Ukraine
If the language of your childhood is used to justify bloodshed and destruction, ...
Kinship Closer Than Kin: Translating Russian-language Poetry of Witness by Yana Kane
LAR Online, Nonfiction
I didn't pick this fight – I wanted to be an astronaut. Cardboard and duct tape spacesuit, star maps clipped from Odyssey Magazine, exhaustive knowledge of NASA mission names and numbers – I had it all figured out. ...
Astronauts Fight Back! by A.C. Koch
LAR Online, Nonfiction
I am the prickle breeze on the back of your neck. Your peach fuzz neck hair leans west for a breath. You pet your neck and wonder, what was it? The breeze that is me. You swivel your head, searching for an open door, ...