CAN YOU REACH THE LEAVES? BY ALEXANDRIA GREEN 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 131

Maybe I had a sixth sense, but I think I recognized his loneliness even before I saw it in myself.

MYSELF.TXT BY GORDAN STRUIĆ 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 131

Just a flicker in corrupted memory — a glitch inside a failed save.

COAT BY JACOB FRIESENHAHN 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 131

An old woman on the bus is knitting something enormous, something with too many arms.

KATHERINE BY DIMITRIS PASSAS 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 131

Her parting words were a remedy for my tortured mind, as well as the fixed point around which I sought to build a new life.

TO THE FUTURE BY DESMA SHEERER 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 131

In a 200-square-foot efficiency apartment with neighbors who practice their drum circle until 2am every Saturday night.

TURTLE HUNTING BY DOUG TANOURY 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 131

SALT FROM THE SEA BY DJ DONOGHUE 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 131

I’ve been to all the coasts, maybe I’ll go inland awhile. There’s a lot a places I haven’t seen and a lot a people I ain’t met yet.

SUMMER IRIDESCENCE BY K DANA KING 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 132 PREVIEW

I remember the seductive weight

of a sleepy toddler and the salt tang,

the shell speckled grit, of beach afternoons

the siren sea flashing spangles and frothing lace,

swirling dancing feet, tingling ankles and knees.

THE HEDGEHOG BY POPPY HULBERT 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 132 PREVIEW

There is a hedgehog stuck inside me.

Its spines, all seven thousand of them, prick me

and my whole body tenses up.

I have no defence.

In the past I numbed the pain

but we ought to communicate,

doesn’t mean to attack.

The hedgehog’s spines are vulnerability.

I would tell it to leave,

I’ve tried this and it doesn’t work.

The hedgehog has been in me for years.

It has something to say to me.

SHHH BY R JAMES SENNETT JR 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 132 PREVIEW

SHHH

the wall said one morning.

Not alone,

I finished brushing my teeth;

padded down the hall

with a transparent army in tow

to take on the day.

The morning was now a different color.

Ethereal gum stuck on my shoe.

I AM (WO)MAN BY SAMMY T ANDERSON 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 129

I am a man. Y chromosomes and body hair and angry brow, oooh ahh’n in locker rooms searing skin off my flesh with dirty BIC lighters.

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.

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. 

DISCO ELYSIUM: FIRST AS FARCE, THEN AS SALVATION BY URIEL HERSZAGE 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 124

They are transformed into the very thing that will save the world.

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.

ON THE SUBWAY TO BROOKLYN BY RICHARD ABRAMSON 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 122

I smash the phone as hard as I can. The glass shatters and falls away in pieces, and the guts of the thing spill out. I smash it again and the case cracks, I smash it again and it folds in on itself, and I keep smashing it, over and over and over.

TASSELS BY SARAH JANE JUSTICE 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 118

one     by one        

the tassels    slip

from hands     that can’t    remember

when     to not 

let go

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. 

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.

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. 

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.

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.

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. 

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.