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, ...
On Not Being Invited and Going Anyway by Anne Gudger
LAR Online, Nonfiction
I was born in the year of Roe vs. Wade. Watergate and Wounded Knee, Skylab, Secretariat, Billie Jean King, the last US troops out of Vietnam, and I was born. Roe and I turned twenty-one in 1994, the year the Magellan ...
Six Hundred Twenty-Nine Thousand Eight Hundred Ninety-Eight by Youna Kwak
LAR Online, Nonfiction
It started and then it couldn’t be stopped, them calling you Prof, though every now and then you’d be summoned Beth by the ones who seemed older than the rest, more secure in the democracy of learning, more prone to ...
Syllabus by Beth Kephart
LAR Online, Nonfiction
I woke from a dream today in which I finished the essay I started yesterday. The kind of finishing that is brilliant in the dream, slightly less brilliant when you wake up. Twisty and nonsensical by the time you finish ...
Shed Fall by Deb Werrlein
LAR Online, Nonfiction
The Metropolis Notes“A message must arrive at its destination. A letter will have an end unknown to its sender. Like glass bottles with notes for an unknown shore, they eventually sink ...
The Metropolis by Kevin Callaway
LAR Online, Nonfiction
Sexing the Chickens
It is difficult to tell whether a baby chick is male or female. Even today, computers can’t do it without human help. An experienced “sexer” divides the chicks, as hens are needed to lay ...
Chickens by Lori J. Williams
LAR Online, Nonfiction
1979’s number one Billboard hit was The Knack’s “My Sharona,” written by a 25 year old obsessed with a 17 year old high school student. She had a boyfriend and wasn’t interested, but the man persisted and ...
Before Me: The Case for My Mother’s Abortion by Danielle DeTiberus
LAR Online, Nonfiction
The winter after stayed cold longer than usual even for Minnesota. Snow dressed the skeleton trees but scantily because mounds crowded the streets, the sidewalks, all the places I tried to move forward in. I did yoga in ...