Lit Creative Nonfiction

“No, don’t leave,” he said, staring up at me with his huge, vulnerable eyes. “I need to go, I have class,” I said, begging myself...

People often ask how I started doing stand-up comedy. I went one night to a bar in the Tenderloin of San Francisco. It was...

It’s two o’clock. You are staring at the wall. Sleep has been an elusive personage for the past two hours now. That is not a...

1) Don’t call me adorable. I am tornadoes and tidal waves; my looks are not an invitation for condescension, but a warning. 2) I know...

You never liked car rides because first you'd get sleepy, and when you couldn't sleep, you'd get dizzy. Sometimes those rides would be bearable,...

Somewhere between flattery and glorification, I watched the shell of a coconut, a strong, resistant, carefully fronted facade break open to reveal a tender vulnerability,...

Without you, I do not know the type of person I would be today. At times, my mind disconnects from reality and my thoughts...

"Joe College" is an excerpt from Lanny Larcinese's memoir, which is a work in progress. I grew up during the fifties and sixties and spent a lot...

Quotes are pretty things. They inspire, intrigue, build up courage, destroy apathy, and create desire. They are very pretty things, but being pretty never stopped...

I have had a lot of people fall for my flawlessly contoured face, my tailored, arched brows, or my kohl-lined eyes. I have heard...