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I aim to word a new world.

POETRY FOR THE EXILED BY DC COPELAND 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 89

I invent the last thing

that ever happens.

INVENTIONS PT 110 BY WILLIAM ERICKSON 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 89

I scratch in your sound with a stylus of distant horns and angry doors.

BODY PAINT, NO TATTOOS BY HR HARPER 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 89

Listen to the surf. I could lie here, lie here with you forever.

STARTING AGAIN BY LINDSAY SMITH 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 89

Do you think we could do things together always? I mean, like we could be these archaeologists sifting the sand for the remains of ancient civilisations, and together all the time, sharing everything.

Have gun. Give your money.

RONNIE AND THE NIGHT CLERK BY JOHN PALMER 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 89

Please, someone answer. 

SHE SEES A LIGHT BY DANIEL BRUGIONI 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 89

I never really understood why my Father didn’t want me so I blamed everyone in my life. I blamed the people who loved me because my father didn’t.


34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 89

INVENTIONS PT 110 BY WILLIAM ERICKSON, STARTING AGAIN BY LINDSAY SMITH, SHE SEES A LIGHT BY DANIEL BRUGIONI, POETRY FOR THE EXILED BY DC COPELAND, RONNIE AND THE NIGHT CLERK BY JOHN PALMER, BODY PAINT, NO TATTOOS BY HR HARPER.

What was saving, anyway? From what? For what?

THE TRANSFIGURATION BY ELLEN MCGRATH SMITH 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 88 

She had never been available to this man she had to admit she did not love except in some very fundamental way that had something to do with her love for her father, whom she had also failed to save. 

You’re not dead until we stop. Get it?

DEATH DOESN’T SUCK BY LEE GROSSMAN 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 88

See, I got a grant from the university that let me stop time at the instant each of you was about to die and bring you all here. So you’re not dead until we stop. Get it?


All the girls knew your 

Asian putz was smaller.

HALF-FOOT HEROES BY BEN UMAYAM  34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 87

At the age of 13, a typical pubescent Filipino boy, I was obsessed with my inadequacy in the penis department. I was taught the Asian Myth. Asians have minuscule members. The other guys and all the girls knew your Asian putz was smaller.

You must not come lightly to the blank page.

SERVICE CALL BY GABRIELLE ESPOSITO 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 85

Mr Christopher DiLeo, horror author and teacher extraordinaire, who taught my creative writing class,  required students to read a chapter from Stephen King’s On Writing. It was late, maybe 10 o’clock at night, but I wanted to finish the reading before class the next day. I was sitting up in bed, holding the photocopied paper to the bedside lamp. I read something fantastic. King wrote, “You must not come lightly to the blank page.” 

You wore my hat and laughed as 

we walked home hand in hand.

LOVE AND PHILODENDRON BY PATRICK SEAMAN 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 83



Do you remember when we would go fishing together? 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.

Words are all we have.

The glimpses that we have of the intensely private Samuel Beckett from his friends reveal a man, a writer, driven by his commitment to words, not just any words, but words stripped bare, edited, and reduced, as if by doing this he could remove every inconsequential modifier and reveal meaning in its simplest form, the most direct form, without embellishment, without fluff. 

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.

He still loved Mom and only her.

THE INJURY BY SUNSHINE BARBITO 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 66

My dad was a famous rock star. People literally clawed at one another to get to him, he signed guitars and posters and still loved Mom and only her until the accident, the injury. And now this is his life. Married to some kid who can’t do anything right.

The two of you roar away.

TELL HIM TO BE KIND TO WOMEN BY NANCY DAFOE 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 60


Jump on or keep roaming, drive or ride, as it suits you. Not  all of your destinations will be good ones—not the crossings your mother  and I, your Papa and father, would like. You will want to speed, undoubtedly,  and I’ll try not to say, “Don’t,” because that would only make you drive  faster.