Splitting Lanes

by Dylan Tanous At two in the afternoon, Ford Levy found himself at the top of a pair of brick steps outside of Perry Goldstone’s home on North Rexford Drive. Waiting in the wake of the chiming doorbell, he craned his neck and peered past the glass panel: sexless, sterilized, and manicured to the point of...

The Limit

Part II (Click here for Part I) by J. Scott Hardin Aaron stared at the receiver in disbelief.  She was so irrational, there was almost no dealing with it.  Still, he had to.  He had resolved that he would stand by his son, no matter the price So he noticed that on the ground by his feet, the package had...

Unopened Letters Sent Home : 1986 – 2061

By Asmara Malik Poetry meets prose… Monday, September 25 I’m not sure about you in this din of galaxies crashing about our feet. In your uneasy sleep you speak of a Sarhad where empty skyscrapers smolder beneath baleful suns. So compelled, I walk the silent streets of Islamabad, until dawn until...

Schroeder and Lucy, Nocturne #9

By Dolan Morgan The Peanut Gallery I was going to visit Lucy at her school, had saved up some money and gotten a plane ticket. We weren’t dating anymore, but she’d recently been dating Charlie. And he’d really changed a lot over the years. He could pop twenty-four Coricidin pills – or poor...

The Limit

By J. Scott Hardin Part One The old man had left with the dawn, gone home quietly – mercifully, without saying a word.  Doubtless he thought his son was asleep.  The young man’s back had been turned to him, but his eyes were open, staring at the dim light that crept closer with the sunrise.  He...

Triptych

By Matthew Dexter A trip…three times over. No Morning-After Pill for Madness Some call them “beauty marks,” but you see them as cancer. So you’re lying in bed well after midnight, scratching moles off your face using dirty fingernails, searching for answers. Beneath self-evident revelations:...