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

She’d been wishing that she’d never arrive.

CANDOR, EVEN WITH ONESELF BY ROBERT EARLE 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 38

Brando’s name was shorthand for great acting. Nobody was better. Until, suddenly, a whole bunch of actors were.

 

MISTER ACT BY GRAHAM DASELER 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 38

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

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

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?...

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

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CANDOR, EVEN WITH ONESELF

ROBERT EARLE

 SAINT CLARE

AUDREY J GORDEN

MISTER ACT

GRAHAM DASELER

HOW I WAS BLOCKED ON TWITTER

DAMILARE WILLIAMS-SHIRES

 RED PARROT FISH

REBECCA DIMYAN

SELF PORTRAIT
(THE STRANGE STORY OF TEACHING)

JAMES A BIRD

She will get up at this point, walk over to me, and repeat the question. Who are we? Why are we too busy to do anything outside of work and eat and sleep and shit?

IN SEARCH OF SPARE CHANGE BY MARCUS A LUND 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 10

Eddie was pulling up in front of Romayne’s when he saw a long black car idling across the street. He screeched to a stop, jumped out, ducked his head, ran for the door.

 

THE BRONOWSKI BRAIN BY BARBARA L BAER 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 36

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

She takes out a manuscript titled Andy vs Adolf.

MY ULTRA BY ALEXANDER J MOTYL 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 28

Turning trash into art is like meditation or yoga.

MY LOVE AFFAIR WITH THE ART OF MARITA DINGUS BY STACY LAWSON 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 34