Bukowski said that there was everything and nothing.
BUKOWSKI BY CRISTINA CARTER 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 47
I want to eat the dirt
from your grave
I want to find your words
and spit them out
Some of them don’t have anyone y’know.
CRADLE BY CAROLINE GRIEGO 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 47
Y’know, I’ve been meaning to tell you for a while now. I think it is wonderful how you come every week. Some of them don’t have anyone y’know. The odd one on Mother’s Day or Christmas, but nothing regular. I just think it means the world to her. To know her boy’s there. Doing what’s right.
Where street lights flicker in
empty parking lots.
4TH STREET EPISTLE BY ERIC A LOYA 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 47