I remember the night Alex Irby knocked on my bedroom window. It was the summer of ’99 and I was 16. The cicadas were leaving their husks everywhere and wouldn’t shut up. My father had moved out the year before and we ...
Cicadas by Ted McLoof
LAR Online, Nonfiction
“The toilet is in the bedroom,” I said. “And I’m not talking en suite, I’m talking right there, next to your pillow.”
This was last summer, when I was googling places to rent in Palo Alto for my upcoming ...
Hotel Tennessee by Helena de Bres
LAR Online, Nonfiction
First runner-up in the 2020 Los Angeles Review Literary Awards, in the category of nonfiction.
Final Judge: Aimee Liu
Jamel Myles is gone and it has taken me over a year to write about it.
Jamel Myles is gone and ...
Notes Towards an Elegy by Keegan Lawler
Award Winners, LAR Online, Nonfiction
Winner of the 2020 Los Angeles Review Literary Awards, in the category of nonfiction.
Final Judge: Aimee Liu
Bored with straight-laced Israeli mores, I was determined to have sex with M. Tonight. I slipped on an ...
Graduate Studies in Hebrew by Sue William Silverman
Award Winners, LAR Online, Nonfiction
In her treatise The Writing Life, Annie Dillard notably wrote, “How we spend our days is, of course, how we spend our life. What we do with this hour, and that one, is what we are doing. A schedule defends from chaos ...
Catching Days by Catherine Johnson
LAR Online, Nonfiction
My father pushes the tips of his fingers to the zippered scar along his sternum. Striking a superman pose, he angles his body side to side. I pause in the hall on the way to my room. “Does it bother you?” I ...
Amnesia Princess as Punchline by Steffi Sin
LAR Online, Nonfiction
for her sister, a surgeon during this pandemic
I once asked you what it was like to watch people die. We were on our way to drink flights of wine. You described a man’s head filling with fluid until it was the ...
You Work with Death by Maria T. Allocco
LAR Online, Nonfiction
In the latest Trump blunder, he says we should all be back in church by Easter, which comes early this year, April 12. This makes me remember an Easter a few years ago, my six grandnephews in straw hats and shirts with ...
One Day in the Pandemic: March 25, 2020 by Denise Duhamel & Julie Marie Wade
LAR Online, Nonfiction
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It's not that I wanted to make her cry. It's just that I could stand it before. My sister and I had terrible fights. They started as soon as she was old enough to talk. As soon as I was old enough to hit. The ...
Convalescence Triptych by Diana Cejas
LAR Online, Nonfiction
