CANDOR, EVEN WITH ONESELF BY ROBERT EARLE 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 38 34THPARALLEL.NET
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 34THPARALLEL.NET
The truth is, Hollywood just isn’t producing very many well-rounded characters for young male actors to play.
MISTER ACT BY GRAHAM DASELER 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 38 34THPARALLEL.NET
These mothers pretend not to hear the running faucet and loud music in the bathroom after their daughters leave the dinner table.
SAINT CLARE BY AUDREY J GORDEN 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 38 34THPARALLEL.NET
Busy trying to get her life together. Busy trying to keep everyone in her life happy at once. Busy trying to cram as much into life as possible. Busy dealing with exes and wannabe exes. Busy with everyone—but me…
HOW I WAS BLOCKED ON TWITTER BY DAMILARE WILLIAMS-SHIRES 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 38 34THPARALLEL.NET
Am I being like too real for you? Mr Nowhere Man? I’m just saying, some people never get over high school. It kills them. Okay.
SELF PORTRAIT (THE STRANGE STORY OF TEACHING) BY JAMES A BIRD 34TH PARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 38 34THPARALLEL.NET
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34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 38
CANDOR, EVEN WITH ONESELF
AUDREY J GORDEN
HOW I WAS BLOCKED ON TWITTER
RED PARROT FISH
(THE STRANGE STORY OF TEACHING)
JAMES A BIRD
Listen. Fuck high school. Can I say that? It’s like a disease, a terminal disease, all right? Am I being like too real for you? Mr Nowhere Man? I’m just saying, some people never get over high school. It kills them. Okay.
Think of it like The Wizard of Oz. I know. I was in The Wizard of Oz as a freshman. Munchkin Number Four. Ask anyone who saw it. They remember one thing. The munchkin who slapped Dorothy on the ass as she headed off on The Yellow Brick Road. Munchkin Number Four. Squeaky little voice. “Good Luck, Honey!” Now if you want to know about high school, you think about Dorothy on that Yellow Brick Road. That’s high school. Only think of The Yellow Brick Road as Cancer. “Dorothy,” Glinda says to her, “the tests came back positive. You’ve got Yellow Brick Road.” And she never gets over it. She’s clutching all her friends and trying to get home again, and she’s like all us desperate high school kids clutching all our strange friends. And they are strange friends, right? Some have no brains, some have no heart, no courage. Right?
MY ULTRA BY ALEXANDER J MOTYL 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 28
MY LOVE AFFAIR WITH THE ART OF MARITA DINGUS BY STACY LAWSON 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 34
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