Brian Leung gives us a fun social commentary in this quirky and audacious novel. Readers of his earlier novels will find familiar themes around societal fault lines, but the real joy here is the pitch-perfect parody…
We’re thrilled to announce the winners of our 2017 Writing Contest!
Matt Chomiak says that you drive by my house late at night when you shouldn’t be driving.
Larry, emailing because you aren’t in your office, despite the fact that we have a division meeting in forty-five minutes, and you’ve skipped the last three.
Last season, the beach moved in three more feet, the houses built on stilts above grass now above sand &, before the decade ends, above water.
Fiction, Nonfiction, and Poetry by…
I found Richey Edwards’ body in the stream behind my house. It had metamorphosed into a pile of wet stones.
We’re eating at this fancy restaurant when the waitress recommends the peppers. “They’re not spicy,” she says. “Only one in ten are spicy.”
This wasn’t supposed to be fun. We were moving our lives, not taking a road trip.
Parallax parallax, n. [pærəlæks] 1. You always drove whenever we’d take a road trip anywhere. Which was just fine with me. I’d sit beside you, staring out at the moving scenery or memorizing your profile. Sometimes I’d fall asleep to the gentle rhythm of the car treading along the asphalt and then we’d hit a…