INDONESIA JAZZ BY ASPEN GAINER 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 22
Indonesia Brown. Now there was a woman. You wouldn’t catch her cozying up to just any shirt, looking for an easy buck. Nope. The few times I saw her go, the man was always hidden in that expensive car. Cigar cherry glowing, arm hanging out the window, curls of smoke rising slow and patient. She never once hurried to meet that car, same one always. Took her time, so that he knew she was in charge, not him. I always imagine so, anyways. She was everything, that woman; sultry and seductive, sophisticated and reserved. The type you know is a lady through and through, no shallow tart or flopsy gal. Pure class, and we all knew it, men and women both.
Not sure the first moment I fell in love with her, but I still remember the first moment I heard her sing. Picked me up and knocked me flat against a wall, her voice. You know, we could shake up the heavens in that gospel choir but I never heard someone singing like her, right from some deep, secret place that was pure woman.
Writing is in my soul. It is the medium through which I express who I truly am. All my work has some of me in it, whether I draw from the pantheon of emotions I feel day to day, or whether I sketch out pieces of someone’s personality that intrigues me. I recently graduated with a degree in Professional Writing from MacEwan University in Edmonton, Alberta, Canada. I have worked in public affairs and as a newspaper editor and reporter. I was also the managing editor of an Edmonton-based literary journal, Other Voices. I now run my own communications business.
My background is in anthropology (BA Penn State, 2004) and thus my motivation to write derives directly from my explorations into how people interact with one another—especially in the context of the darker facets of society (homelessness, addiction, poverty, mental health).
I have bachelors and masters degrees in engineering, and a PhD in management. I work in a technology company in Singapore. I have had short stories published in Silver Fish 4 (Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia), Muse India (Hyderabad, India), Asia Literary Review (Hong Kong), Mascara Literary Review (Newcastle, Australia), and Newleaf (Bremen, Germany).
Before I began to write more seriously, I was interested in a career in biology in order to educate the public about the dangers posed to the Great Lakes by invasive species. I have lived in Michigan and spent summers on the water for my entire life, so freshwater ecosystems were one of my first passions. firstname.lastname@example.org
After years of playing guitar in rock & roll bars in Boston and NYC, Morrison now lives in coastal Maine and writes poetry. Morrison was interviewed in the Premiere Issue of 34thParallel Magazine, After the Music, along with his poem My Love.
Other poems of his in the mag are: Black Crow in Issue 02, Sad Ancestors 04, Quitter 06, and Work Ethic 10. Morrison has published nine books of poetry including Clubland (poems about rock and roll bars in verse and meter, Fighting Cock Press 2011) and Stethoscope (JukeBooks 2014). Shake Hands With Your Heart is published by JukeBooks.
A collection of my stories, Christmas Day on a City Bus, has been published by McKinney e-Publications. The Hermanos Brothers, was published in Issue 19 of 34thParallel Magazine.
Other stories have appeared in Short Story Writer’s Showcase, the Austin Chronicle, Chick Lit Review, Stories That Lift, The Prose Menagerie, Slugfest, Short Stories Bi-Monthly, Words of Wisdom, Nocturne Horizons, Balcones, and Carve, among other publications.
I grew up in Los Angeles, studied English at Columbia University, and spent eight years on Wall Street. At 30 I quit, because I wanted to do something more meaningful with my life. I didn't plan to become a writer—I just wanted to find a purpose.
German-born Carson pictured with grandchildren, Zachary and Alexander (leaning in). Carson’s story The Fall won the Grand Prize for Prose and was published in the short story and poetry anthology A Walk Through My Garden, Outrider Press, Chicago, 2007. utecarson.com