We are on a slow-mo plane crash to species extinction.
WATCHING THE APOCALYPSE BY ISMAIL IBRAHIM 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 68
I imagined a future where I would be a father. In the intoxicating moments between being awake and asleep, I slipped into a fantasy rife with pastoral images. In the fantasy I’m sitting on a back porch watching my daughters play. They run around the garden chasing each other, shrieking and laughing, muddying their clothes. They radiate the joy of children, that silly, light kind of happiness, so immense that it makes the scene golden.
My poetry is inspired by a reckoning with unadorned truth.
NJ LINE NORTHEAST CORRIDOR BY COOPER SY BLUMENTHAL 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 68
My poem is personal and political, inspired by a reckoning with unadorned truth. I fight to stay optimistic about democracy. I try to have faith that the freedoms guaranteed to citizens in the US Constitution will survive the impact of so many solid hits from a powerful corporate elite.
I’m just a
PATERFAMILIAS FOR THE NEW MILLENNIUM BY STEVEN MCBREARTY34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 68
“D-a-a-d,” she croons, in a voice that is as dulcet and sweet as confectioner’s sugar.