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I am peering into Pacific tide pools with my five-year-old son. Farther off shore, jet black cormorants dry their wings on rocks that sustain the constant orchestra of crashing waves. At our feet, lesser movements ...
Intermezzos Along the Road Home by Kathryn Petruccelli
LAR Online, Nonfiction
Evan Williams is a Chicago-based writer working at the intersection of surrealism and gender performance. They are currently at work on a memoir about the masculine experience of anorexia. ...
A Spell by Evan Williams
LAR Online, Nonfiction
It is not the last time, but it is one of the times. Candy wrappers strewn by the hills of my grandfather’s feet beneath knit hospital blankets. In a few years an infection will cost him one of his toes, but that is ...
We Keep My Grandfather In A Box by Theresa Buchta
LAR Online, Nonfiction
I am twelve, and I am running. I am running because it is all I know how to do anymore. I am running down the dark street in a towel, my bare feet slosh and slip in the slush and snow, wet hair frozen, running from you. ...
A Running, a Retching, a Reaching by Courtney Elizabeth Young
LAR Online, Nonfiction
My earliest, and most indelible, memory of hip-hop’s magnetic pull on my attention dates back to childhood, circa 1983-84 or so, when my brother’s breaking crew, the Royal Rockers, battled for preeminence in the ...
The Search for the Tao in Hip-Hop by Alejandro Nava
LAR Online, Nonfiction
On a recent visit to my parents’ house, I was surprised to pick up an old photo album and find it rife with pictures of my godfather Doc. There was Doc holding me at my baptism, looking like a study in gray—gray ...
Golden Age by Sarah Curtis
LAR Online, Nonfiction
.................Weariness alone is enough to bring disillusionment for he cannot in the end escape the futility
.................of an endless ...
Choosing a Greek Island: Durkheim’s Dilemma by Mary Patrice Erdmans
LAR Online, Nonfiction
It’s trite to write about the sensation of having a body, how it slices you up the same way a mandoline does, quickly and imperceptibly until you’re standing at the kitchen counter with blood in your coleslaw. ...
Artifact by Silas Jones
LAR Online, Nonfiction
A banging—glass rattling against glass.
At the end of the ...
When My Eighth Grader Asks “What’s Worse Than Ghosting?” by Kirsten Kaschock
LAR Online, Nonfiction
