SOAR BY KRISTEN HENDERSON 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 104

Swing, swing. Fly, fly.  That’s all she knows, so she flies. Her tie-dyed fedora floats into the rainbowed sky. There is no return. 

HURT BY ERROL RUBENSTEIN 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 104

Moments, minutes, hours, days, months have passed and I cannot put my foot back into that river that brought us here. 

FRIENDLY CONFINES BY TESSA ABBOTT 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 104

Hey dad, so you know how you forced me to go to this prestigious, judgmental, turn-children-into-working-robots school? Yeah, well as it turns out, I don’t really fit in there. Earth-shattering, right? 

THE TYGER KNOWS BY TRACY ROSS 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 104

I sleep with the television on, and preferably the radio and the lights on too. I get my writing done listening to music, and the noise of people puttering and living their lives coffee spoon by coffee spoon, dishes clanking in the kitchen, and the toilet flushing.