People go to Emily Dickinson’s house for all kinds of reasons, most of which include a desire to see the room where she famously wrote poems one might want to write someday. Other people go because they are tourists, ...
What a House Can Hold by Laura Gill
LAR Online, Nonfiction
I thought I had spider bites. The itchy dots on the edge of my shoulder blade popped up the day I found a dead spider crushed on my bedsheet, three eyelash-like legs and the crumpled corpse. The day before I had carried ...
Scratch by Chip Livingston
LAR Online, Nonfiction
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During the decade prior to the spring of 2020, I wore only black clothes.
Whenever someone remarked on this habit, I’d retort that I started wearing all black in 2010—after being unexpectedly fired ...
Safety Yellow by Zachary Pace
LAR Online, Nonfiction
When I met him in a courtyard in Prague, I held court all night long. My hair was streaked with pink, and I wore flower barrettes in my hair. We were part of a summer writing intensive, and we spent our mornings in ...
You Must Not Know About Me by Maggie Andersen
LAR Online, Nonfiction
I wake before seven, one eyelid swollen like a petal in spring, and shift my limbs under the thin covers until my consciousness rises to the surface of time, breaking through. I think always of the night before, a vow to ...
Ant Chalk by Sofia Oumhani Benbahmed
LAR Online, Nonfiction
When I see him, I’m standing outside my open garage door, watching the black olive tree tremble. Green worms hanging from its leaves. How much wind can their silk strands withstand? I’m nine. Maybe ten. The neighbor ...
Not a Dream by Caitlin McGill
LAR Online, Nonfiction
1. Get everyone on the same page.
We exchanged eighty-seven emails in the first chain, sixty-two in the second, spaced about a day apart. I took the bus to my studio, made coffee, wrote, worked on a piece in ...
Five Ways to Effectively Collaborate with Teams by Stephanie Sauer
LAR Online, Nonfiction
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On Fridays, the government workers detonate the ordnance they dig up during the week. The sound rumbles like thunder across the island. Out on the old Navy site, the brambles and vines overtake the fences, ...
A Wilderness Unfolding by Carolyn Megan
LAR Online, Nonfiction
I rapped sharply on the door to Room 324. After a few moments, I knocked again, rubbing my slick palms against the hem of my dress. What’s taking so long, I thought with irritation.
At last, the door opened. A ...
Basin Street Blues by Kat Saunders
LAR Online, Nonfiction
