I took these photos with a Kodak disposable camera walking along the border between Ridgewood and Bushwick, New York City. The images speak to my often overwhelming, frequently isolating, experience of city life.
ALONG THE BORDER BY JACOB MONIZ 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 116
Mark Rothko said of his artistic process: “I think of my pictures as dramas; the shapes in the pictures are the performers. Neither the action nor the actors can be anticipated, or described in advance. They begin as an unknown adventure in an unknown space.” His art, contrasting paints layered by distinctive washes and blends, surreal and expressionist strokes, brims with the sense that he has had a long and storied journey.
Ask me what I would give to have my life back.
THE HUNGER OF THE DEAD BY WILLIAM K BURKE 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 116
He got too lucky and was beaten to death in the alley. Now he wanders the place. Looking for something, or somebody.
She emerged from the back door and lifted her face to the sun.
ALL ARE NAKED BY MICHAEL MATEJCEK 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 116
We stared through the garage door from the dark. None of us breathed. In that rectangle of light, she was separate from us, unreal and apart, as if spot-lit and on stage.
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THE HUNGER OF THE DEAD BY WILLIAM K BURKE, ALL ARE NAKED BY MICHAEL MATEJCEK, ALONG THE BORDER BY JACOB MONIZ.
Delilah discovered this wine that’s only 14 bucks a bottle and pretty damn good.
WHAT GOOD IS LOVE BY EMILY GARCÍA 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 115
By the time it’s past midnight and we’ve gone through four bottles she’s asleep on the couch.
I woke up to four missed calls from Zed. Before I could throw off the covers the phone rang again. “He’s not picking up, Felipé.” “It’s still early,” I said. “It’s Mother’s Day,” Zed said.
MOTHER’S DAY BY STEPHEN KAHN 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 86
Her eyes drift.
THE NEXT YOUNGEST DAUGHTER BY JR BARNER 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 114
She’s read (just) enough Nabokov to know where this is all heading.
Always with your colored hair.
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?
You know Warhol did a Batman film in 1964?
WARHOL/WAYNE/WEST BY ZYG FURMANIUK 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 109
You know Warhol did a Batman film in 1964? So this was it. Batman/Dracula, filmed on rooftops near the Factory with underground film-maker Jack Smith in the lead. Unfinished. What of it?
Had they known about her truth, her story all along?
PENNY ROLL BY VICTORIA WISWELL 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 114
The Trio, out of uniform, leaning against each other and the door frame as though it were perfectly normal for them to be at her apartment on a Friday night.
Dark Angel was the song he dedicated to Susie.
DOWN THE ROAD A PIECE BY BERNIE HAFELI 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 11
She blew him a kiss. It was like he could see it rise above the smoke and neon and glide lazily toward the stage, a rose petal in the evening breeze. Momentarily he stopped strumming, reached up and caught it.
It’s just like a photo, we think.
THE FLATNESS OF HYPER-REALISM BY ALLISON RICHARDS 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 110
We viewers cannot paint perfect figures, so we don’t make art. We don’t have the time, so we don’t make art. We watch a video on TikTok and the end result looks more real than our goddamn reflection in the mirror, and so we don’t make art.
See if god is listening.
INTERNAL VOICES BY TRAVIS COBB 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 81
Inside this Tower of Babel where nothing gets said. Put out what you need to speak. See if god is listening.
I am so close to making my airfare.
ZHTWEET CHARITY BY BEN UMAYAM 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 111
Why doesn’t she go back to the cathedral with the other beggars? I am so close to making my airfare. She is spoiling it all, spoiling the whole thing.
Skipper was a nice kid but she was not nearly as glamorous as Barbie.
SKIPPER AND KEN VISIT BARBIE’S PAD BY STEVEN MCBREARTY 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 113
Okay, Skipper said, so who is this dude you’ve got me hooked up with anyway?
ass shakin’ balm.
PLAYLIST FOR THE WORST DAYS BY JAWNO OKHIULU 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 108
A mix of rhythm, funk, soul, and soapbox prophecy cut with love, grief, rage, and acceptance.
I feel more at home here than anywhere else on earth.
THE TRAGEDY OF THE ROSEMARKIE SEAL BY EMILY NEVES 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 103
I turn my back to the cave wall and look out. The slope of the hill and a little green bramble with a spray of yellow flowers partially obscures one side of the opening and on the other side I see the green-gray sea reaching to the horizon. I think, I could live here if I had to.
Grandma makes egg mcmuffins
and lets us watch R-rated movies.
SINGLE MOMS HAVE COZY APARTMENTS BY SE DIAMOND 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 99
Since Jennifer’s mom is a biker and goes out a lot, Jennifer usually stays at her grandmother’s house where she can have a more stable childhood. I love sleeping over there because her grandma makes egg mcmuffins and lets us watch R-rated movies.
A cartwheel? I had never in my life done a cartwheel.
CARTWHEEL BY YUKO IIDA FROST 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 105
After spending all those years studying hard, cramming, memorizing everything—I could recite the entire preamble of the Japanese constitution, classic Chinese poems, how to apply trigonometry formulae, the laws of physics—not doing a cartwheel would be how one of the top universities would fail me.
Pick the ending you want.
DEAD CAT BY MELVIN STERNE 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 96
What’s the most likely ending? What’s the worst-case scenario? What’s the best ending? There’s a billion potential endings. Pick one.
I made it through.
On my own.
MACHINE GIRL BY REBECCA EGAN 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 96
I want a signal that screams I made it through. On my own. I found a way out.
happens for the good.
A SCUT OF EARTH BY ELIZABETH KIRSCHNER 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 93
Bean whispered, you could place your hand in a ripe fruit and withdraw a beautiful afternoon. He said, “Whatever happens happens for the good.”
I felt as if I had been given the cheat code to life.
VISION BOARD BY MEIKKO LEE 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 107
You’re telling me I had the power to change my life from the vampire-sucking scam of an occupation that is public education? Sign me up.
You wore my hat and laughed as
we walked home hand in hand.
LOVE AND PHILODENDRON BY PATRICK SEAMAN 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 83
It was a quick walk down to the little creek that ran through your father’s backyard. We would kick off our shoes and ball our socks into our pockets and feel which rocks were the slimiest and search for crayfish with our toes. I remember you wore my hat and laughed as we walked home hand in hand and I told you to keep it and you did.
Nothing gold can stay.
THE GOOD CHINA BY PAMELA SUMNERS 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 96
I told him nothing’s the same after six months. All the good stuff’s gone.
She had been in a toothpaste ad on TV. She was also in my writing workshop.
BETWEEN TWO LAKES BY SUSAN DEFREITAS 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 115
By the second week of school, I was half in love with her; I assumed everyone was, or would have been, had she not been such a bitch with her critiques.
Listen to the surf. I could lie here, lie here with you forever.
STARTING AGAIN BY LINDSAY SMITH 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 89
But you can’t. She buries her face in the pillow. Oh, I know. Things change. Yet the surf. Harry stretches his body along Aster’s bare back. Yet the surf. The surf will always. Always. Aster? Aster?
Everything, she thought, is an accident of where you are.
STEALING HOME BY KAY BONTEMPO 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 78
Two bell peppers, Muenster cheese. Cauliflower, a pack of Newports, Tampax. Martinelli’s apple juice. Paper towels two-ply. English Breakfast tea. Boil-in-a-bag rice, paper clips, ramen noodles. Maybe some ice cream if there was money left over. America’s Choice vanilla, eaten straight from the carton. It wouldn’t be bad. With an uncomfortable pop, he pulled out of her and lay beside her, breathing hard. It was 11.52pm. She wondered if the Shop’n’Save would even be open.
You make it magic.
The magic is happening inside your head. You’re the one who makes it magic.
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