CONCRETE PUNCH BY CHRISTOPHER DAVID ROSALES 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 09

After they jacked your car you had to walk home. You had to take the path along the riverbed. The concrete path. The razorthin river. And already in your head the story was changing. You hadn’t been cruisin where you shouldn’t have been cruisin. You’d been one block east, next to gramma’s house. You hadn’t had the windows down and the music bumpin, leaning against the door like a badass when they bumrushed you. 

ONE LAST BREATH BY MARCO YAN 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 09

Heaving my chest for you inside / Tasted of a song born in the eighties.

SOUTH BY DUNCAN MACCARTHY WHITMIRE 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 09

I’ll start doing crossword puzzles and dating girls named Maggie, and we’ll go apple picking together in the fall. We’ll keep a Norman Rockwell print framed in our mudroom.