The men’s competition came first, and now it’s our turn. I’m the woman in the red paisley summer dress and impractical sandals staring directly over the lip of my stein, past the crowd into the glossy leaves ...
The Last Resort by L.I. Henley
LAR Online, Nonfiction
When my mother and I first moved to Ojai, we lived in a cabin up Sisar Canyon. We had been nomads, living briefly in Athens, Greece with my father, then in Oakland with my Aunt Melissa, then in San Rafael with my ...
Monkey Flower by Mira Skalkottas
LAR Online, Nonfiction
All my dreams end in that apartment, even four years later. I can still feel that thick tile on my feet, the clink of the bathroom door handle closing, the dusty dry of the stucco walls. I could find my way back, ...
Budapest, Lover by Bekah Waalkes
LAR Online, Nonfiction
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Well, here you are.
You made it from Montevideo, Uruguay, back to your house in Madison, Wisconsin on a plane of stranded people returning to first Chile, then Miami. And on from there on packed ...
A Test by Jesse Lee Kercheval
LAR Online, Nonfiction
The woman on the folding chair in front of me is falling.
When she slumps over, I scoot my chair forward, reach out, grab her tiny bird bone shoulders. I wrap my arms around her to keep her from hitting the ...
Holding the Woman Who is Falling by Denise Osso
LAR Online, Nonfiction
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
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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
