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I can’t remember if we could go home.

SUMMER IRIDESCENCE BY K DANA KING 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 132

I remember the seductive weight of a sleepy toddler and the salt tang, the shell speckled grit, of beach afternoons.

We ought to communicate.

THE HEDGEHOG BY POPPY HULBERT 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 132

There is a hedgehog stuck inside me. Its spines, all seven thousand of them, prick me.

I’d finally seen a painting about the world I lived in.

THE LAST OF THEM BY MICHAEL LOYD GRAY 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 132

I didn’t want anyone telling me who they thought I should be.






SHHH

SHHH BY R JAMES SENNETT JR 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 132

SHHH the wall said one morning.

The flowers waving.

WAVING BY WALLY SWIST 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 132




34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 132 

A HURTING GAME BY BEN FOWLKES, MORE OR LESS BY SHAYNA BROWN, THINGS WILL ALWAYS ALIGN BY SHAWNA WOODS, THE HEDGEHOG BY POPPY HULBERT, SUMMER IRIDESCENCE BY K DANA KING, SHHH BY R JAMES SENNETT JR, THE LAST OF THEM BY MICHAEL LOYD GRAY, WAVING BY WALLY SWIST.

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