34THPARALLEL INDIE LITMAG MONTHLY DIGITAL & PRINT

SUBMIT

Waiting for my life to start again. 

SANDBOX BY RINA RICH LANGER 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 73

To all the women lying in their beds saying my turn.

SELF LOVE GAME BY SHELBY REID 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 73

Everybody was too hot to be passionate about anything at all.

FOR WHOM THE LACK OF TIME IS A CONVENIENCE BY TONI ST JOHN 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 73

In the summer there was nothing to do but move slowly and sit under sprinklers. Nobody made music in the summer and the poetry was unoriginal.

The days were longer and somehow felt useless under the boot of a heavy sun. 

Sometimes we broke into coffee shop garden patios after hours to read Bukowski or sketch abstract figures for our poems. Literature made us resent our own time, as transients from a Golden Age that could only be revisited through the prose of an honest writer. Often a dead writer. 

I would sit on the Capitol rose garden lawn cross-legged, hoping to hear an echo of the winter rallying cries of protest. Protests were the sort of passion you missed in the summer when everybody was too hot to be passionate about anything at all. 

Nobody was an artist and even poets found it wrong to write about our months of summer. 

In the dread of a season that often held us prisoner to heatwaves and the most unromantic dehydrations, there were idyllic memories. 

# BY SHELLEY STOEHR 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 73


34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 73

SELF LOVE GAME BY SHELBY REID, EXIT AS INSTRUCTED BY JESSICA LOVE, # BY SHELLEY STOEHR, FOR WHOM THE LACK OF TIME IS A CONVENIENCE BY TONI ST JOHN, SANDBOX BY RINA RICH LANGER, IMAGES BY ALAN BERN, HOMECOMING BY JOE HERRERA, PERFECT BY JOE HERRERA.