Her happy life vanishes forever.
NIGHTSHIFT BY LINDSAY SMITH 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 91
Renata doesn’t see Little Josh tottering in the driveway, doesn’t hear him yelling, mummy wait.
Unearthing the self-love
i buried so deeply.
UNEARTHING AND PRECIPICE BY NICOLE AMADOR 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 91
It was nice, kids just being kids.
KIDS BY ALEX HABER 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 91
Some had moms who stuck around and watched. Some had moms who dropped them off and left to get their nails done. It pissed him off, the moms who dumped their kids and vanished, like the world wasn’t some terrible, dangerous place. One of these days, he would teach them a lesson.
Buffy, we are both fireflies.
MY BUFFED UP LIFE SELECTIONS BY ERIK FUHRER 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 91
Buffy, we are both fireflies/ in the starlight as our humming/ becomes the theme song/ in which we jacket ourselves.