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Tracey was always writing.

WRITING, DYING, AND OTHER THINGS WE DO ALONE BY TRACEY BOONE SWAN

Zillions of things run through your mind. Then you think, what do you write? You ask yourself this question and you don’t know what to say. Is it fiction? Is it prose? It’s not poetry, since you don’t think of yourself as a poet—what the hell do you write?

They chew gum to cover up the smell of vomit.

SAINT CLARE BY AUDREY J GORDEN 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 38

MISTER ACT BY GRAHAM DASELER 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE  ISSUE 38


Along came Marlon Brando and the method actors in the nineteen-fifties and showed the world a whole new type of acting, naturalistic and protean. For years, Brando’s name was shorthand for great acting. Nobody was better. Until, suddenly, a whole bunch of actors were.

RED PARROT FISH BY REBECCA DIMYAN 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 38


34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 38

CANDOR, EVEN WITH ONESELF BY ROBERT EARLE, SAINT CLARE BY AUDREY J GORDEN, MISTER ACT BY GRAHAM DASELER, BLOCKED ON TWITTER BY DAMILARE WILLIAMS-SHIRES, RED PARROT FISH BY REBECCA DIMYAN, SELF PORTRAIT  BY JAMES A BIRD.

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