The poet hovered like Christ on a raging sea. The applause thanked him for his honest timbre, his story and blood.
A trail of tears began gathering underneath the claps somewhere in the balcony, on the far ...
The Ovation by Morgan Mann Willis
LAR Online, Nonfiction
I only had one appointment and it wasn’t until the afternoon. Leaving the flat in the early morning I walked deliberately away from the Place de la Republique, the sore focus of the night before. I joined some men ...
Men in Doorways by William McNamara
LAR Online, Nonfiction
Mammy Mary Says
Your Best Friend and you are on your way to her house. It’s a bit cold and you’re both wearing earmuffs. She lives in the Council Estate closest to your Primary School. You do think ...
2021 LAR Creative Nonfiction Award Winner: Lauren Foley
Award Winners, LAR Online, Nonfiction
3/12/2012 6:30 a.m.
Black sky. One streetlamp, bright as the moon. It might as well be midnight. Fauns could frolic among the graves.
6:37 a.m.
Dawn (weakly). Who the hell gets up this early? What are ...
Smile by Cathleen Calbert
LAR Online, Nonfiction, Uncategorized
The truth is I hate other people's dogs. Their imposing stares, their smell, their excessive hair, their slobbery mouths spewing froth. I pretend to like his though. Why do I do this? Why do I put on this dog-loving ...
A Decent Human Being by Athena Nassar
LAR Online, Nonfiction
I was eating brunch the first time I saw the drifts of slow white fall from the sky. It was July in San Francisco. A fat flake settled atop my hollandaise, too light to dent the shiny yellow fat. I can only fear what I ...
Paradise, Recycled by Margaret “Charley” Burlock
LAR Online, Nonfiction
The War in the Bully Boss
.........................................for my father
......................................................As if the first day at McDonald’s isn’t like burning grease ...
Collection by Dennis Etzel Jr.
LAR Online, Nonfiction
I keep a picture of my Grandma’s old yellow farmhouse on my desk. And now that the house no longer exists, this picture is a treasure, the thing I’d grab on the way out if my house in Chicago caught fire.
When my ...
Only A House by Christie Tate
LAR Online, Nonfiction
The first day of my sophomore year of high school, I signed up for theater club. In three years, I would be eighteen, and my plan was to pack my belongings and ride a bus to L.A., where I would audition for roles in ...
High School for Dummies by Tatiana Schlote-Bonne
LAR Online, Nonfiction
