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INTIMACY INTIMIDATION BY AMANDA-MARIE HOWARD34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 41
Before Trump I was normal.
TRUMP STUFF BY KATHRYN BUCKLEY 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 41
A woman must have money and a room of her own, says Virginia Woolf. I need more.
ROOM ENOUGH BY NATASHA NOAH 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 41
Time floating past like fairies of light.
NEWS FROM KIRKSVILLE BY SUJASH ISLAM PURNA 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 41
Pure, simple, happy, and full of sparks.
MEASURING CUPS BY LUZ PINILLA 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 41
Why? Why do anything if we all end up the same place?
TO CHASE THE TALE BY JACKLYN HESLOP 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 41
Then one pretty autumn afternoon on the sidewalk in front of the arch at Lovett Hall near the front of the campus, he’d seen her.
ABIGAIL “BINDY” NEWMAN’S LAST DATE WITH DREW UNDERWOOD HULL BY PAUL COOKE 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 41
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ROOM ENOUGH

NATASHA NOAH

TRUMP STUFF

KATHRYN BUCKLEY

MEASURING CUPS

LUZ PINILLA

NEWS FROM KIRKSVILLE

SUJASH ISLAM PURNA

TO CHASE THE TALE

JACKLYN HESLOP

INTIMACY INTIMIDATION

AMANDA-MARIE HOWARD

ABIGAIL “BINDY” NEWMAN’S LAST DATE
WITH DREW UNDERWOOD HULL

PAUL COOKE

Drew Underwood Hull was his name. After she’d broken up with him—they’d only been an item a little while during freshman year—she’d noted with chagrin that his initials were DUH. “Duh,” she’d said to herself as she realized it, full of self-mockery. Even before that, she’d kicked herself mentally more times than she could count for ever getting involved with him, though she’d once thought, early in their relationship—maybe for two weeks—that she was crazy about him. Or maybe it was ten days. Or one week. Or three days. She wasn’t sure now. It was three days, anyway, probably—yes, that was it.

You hate me because I have this.
LONELY AT THE TOP BY DONNA DALLAS 34thParallel Magazine Issue 40
There's a story here. Perhaps just not the one you’re looking for.
GONE BY BERNIE HAFELI 34thParallel Magazine Issue 40
How did I get here, to this bar, to this seat, laughing with you, a man whose conversation is burnt toast sticking to the roof of my mouth.
RED PARROT FISH BY REBECCA DIMYAN 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 38
I stared at that pee stick and thought here we go again. How I Learned TO MANAGE AN Emotional Pregnancy BY AJIRI AKI 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 39
Come not between the dragon and his wrath. Did I have wrath? I wasn’t sure. Did I have anything?
Feminist Capitulation of Lizards by Liz Fyne 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 39
She’d been wishing that she’d never arrive.
CANDOR, EVEN WITH ONESELF BY ROBERT EARLE 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 38
Who paints empty cans of SPAM?
WORD PIX BY SHAWN HUCKINS 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 04
The miserable specimen of a husband didn’t even look up when she said she was going out to get some cigarettes.
MR CHIPS AND THE MANGO-TANGO MOTHER SHIP BY ALICE HATCHER 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 36
Here’s a pile of garbage we stuck some piano keys around and called art. No one argues with us here.
EVERY MANSION NEEDS A DUCKPOND BY HANNAH LUSH 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 23
You were promised by your money-grubbing agent that writing the female porn version of Bill Cosby’s drugged-up romances called 
I Had a Dream was going to make you so fucking famous that no one would even care about Donald Trump running for President.
THE GATES OF HELL BY KATHRYN BUCKLEY 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 32

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