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Bukowski said that there was everything and nothing.

BUKOWSKI BY CRISTINA CARTER 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 47
I want to eat the dirt from your grave. I want to find your words and spit them out.

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When he was a baby,

his mother tried to kill him. Of this, Mickey is certain.

CRADLE BY CAROLINE GRIEGO 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 47
Not possible, you can’t form memories at that age. Probably a dream.

To those who
go on incomplete,
carrying yesterday
in trembling hands.

4TH STREET EPISTLE BY ERIC A LOYA 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 47
To our neighborhood, where people crumble themselves on cigarettes and Vicodin, where street lights flicker in empty parking lots and drunks use alleyways as congregation halls.