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Tracey was always writing.
WRITING, DYING, AND OTHER THINGS WE DO ALONE BY TRACEY BOONE SWANZillions 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?
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
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