Despite clouded chlorine vision, Mom's August-tanned legs extending from strappy white sandals to pressed white shorts were unmistakable. She stood at the edge of the Newbridge Road pool with Patrick, the baby, ...
Skutch by Jeanne-Marie Fleming
LAR Online, Nonfiction
Not long after the Oct. 7 Hamas attack at the Nova Music festival in Israel’s Negev Desert, I was traveling to the San Francisco Bay Area for work, and decided to extend my visit to spend a couple days with close ...
Academia Needs Comedy Now More Than Ever by Sepehr Vakil
LAR Online, Nonfiction
after Jamaica Kincaid
Measure bleach into the washer as it fills, before you add the whites and never after; don’t dry anything with towels except more towels, and check the lint trap after every load; when you ...
Girl by Brenna Womer
LAR Online, Nonfiction
In the span of three weeks, my daughter transformed into a pear, an avocado, and an onion. No, this wasn’t an outpouring of toddler imagination. Nor did I ingest several grams of potent psilocybin. Instead, my wife ...
Eating the Baby by Josh Martin
LAR Online, Nonfiction
The sun’s rays slip through the gaps in the gate, and your children ask for a snack to hold off hunger until you finally decide to leave the pool behind. Fruit snacks, ritz crackers, goldfish. A boy at a table next to ...
The Fourth Definition of Love by Kelly Ann Jacobson
LAR Online, Nonfiction
I.
I have unfinished business with the penis.
Don’t we all? We live in a phallocentric world (yes, yes, cultural differences aside) that is obsessed with, privileges, worships, and fears (losing) the penis. This ...
Unfinished Business by Gil Z. Hochberg
LAR Online, Nonfiction
1.
How many brothers do you have? I did not always hesitate.
Two, I claimed as a child. And as a young adult. And as an adult with children of my own, until, I can’t say exactly when. As I gained a stepfamily, ...
Reclamation by Kristin W. Davis
LAR Online, Nonfiction
I was building a bicycle frame out of bamboo when Maya phoned. She said mirrors had shattered on our sons. She said she couldn’t find the boys at first. When she did, they were covered in blood. Her voice was choked, ...
Bamboo and Mirror by Alan Barstow
LAR Online, Nonfiction
The fact of being no longer is how the denotation begins. If you stop there, the word that surfaces is death. The end of being. The end of life, at least as we have known it. But if you continue—the fact of being no ...
The Death of the Firstborn by Julie Marie Wade
LAR Online, Nonfiction
