I’m getting ready for a doctor’s appointment when Lucy pokes her head into my room and tells me that T texted and asked if she could come over for the goodbye dinner. “What goodbye dinner?” I ask and Lucy ...
The Goodbye Dinner by Dorothy Barnhouse
LAR Online, Nonfiction
My older brother and I keep making jokes about charging a cover fee for our dad’s future funeral. We agree he knows too many people, and since the venue will need to accommodate at least an opera house’s worth of ...
The Legend of My Dad’s Fifty Boyfriends by Spencer Williams
LAR Online, Nonfiction
Have you ever gotten younger as you’ve gotten older? Maybe just on and off. Or maybe a little at a time and more and more. Used to be, I wondered about this. Not anymore. I can think of a famous poet and how it was ...
It’s Not That, It’s Never That by Mary Ann Samyn
LAR Online, Nonfiction
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
