THE DOPPELGANGER BY SHAWN RYAN 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 144

He stood next to her open casket, a few feet from the body of his mother, best friend, and the one steady influence in his life,

THE OFFICE OF MANAGED DECLINE BY GABRIELE MICOZZI 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 144

The metric is closure rate. The target this quarter is 40 and he is at 36, which is fine, which is on track.

BUT STILL I HIDE  BY OLGA GONZALEZ LATAPI 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 144

that I belonged in your arms but there is nothing honest about you

SAME TIME NEXT THURSDAY BY JOHN DENNIS 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 144

If a woman on the bus had six fingers, he did not count them.

 THE END BY EDWARD BARANOSKY 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 144

you walk to the pier, just totouch it, to evoke another place and time

AT THE END OF THE WORLD BY VARTAN KOUMROUYAN 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 144

It had to be far away, a destination on the other side of the world where I could find another reality.

JUMP TOGETHER BY EK HOLMEAD 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 143 PREVIEW

burning with one another scorched grounding into our Mother Earth

THE ELDERLY EDITOR OF THE INTERNATIONAL MAGAZINE BY GHANAM RANG KOCHAI 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 143

She writes these poems are good but they do not meet our standards.

LIGHT THE DARK REACHES BY ANNE LEIGH PARRISH 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 142

Nothing made a man more happy than hurting a woman.

BIRDS BY JOHN T ALTMAYER 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSSUE 141 PREVIEW

Birds? They’re my life’s work now.

It was his carelessness that took the only thing she lived for from this Earth. 

GOLDFIELDS BY CHRISTINA BAKEWELL 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 140

We flow through a swarm of people dancing, laughing, swaying to the beat. We’re looking for the answer when we don’t know the question.

ALMA’S TREASURE BY DESMA SHEERER 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 140

Why the hell should a mother have to beg her son for something?

IT’S SUPPOSED TO BE FUN BY ZACH SWISS 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 42

Now nothing is working, her serve has gone limp, her movement is sluggish. As the games tick away panic clouds her judgment. She tries to make every serve an ace, every groundstroke a winner, most miss and the sense of panic rises, a self-defeating loop. 

MOTORCYCLE BY CHRISTOPHER HEFFERNAN 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 134

What’s left of the motorcycle is in pieces in the front yard. The fork bent in an S and the front wheel caved in.

SINGLE MOMS HAVE COZY APARTMENTS BY SE DIAMOND 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 99

Since Jennifer’s mom is a biker and goes out a lot, Jennifer usually stays at her grandmother’s house where she can have a more stable childhood. I love sleeping over there because her grandma makes egg mcmuffins and lets us watch R-rated movies.

CAN YOU REACH THE LEAVES? BY ALEXANDRIA GREEN 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 131

Maybe I had a sixth sense, but I think I recognized his loneliness even before I saw it in myself.

MYSELF.TXT BY GORDAN STRUIĆ 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 131

Just a flicker in corrupted memory — a glitch inside a failed save.

WHAT GOOD IS LOVE BY EMILY GARCÍA 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 115

By the time it’s past midnight and we’ve gone through four bottles she’s asleep on the couch.

I AM (WO)MAN BY SAMMY T ANDERSON 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 129

They tell me to be bold and cold / and wear my bones to brittle dust  / under the hood of Chevy trucks.

ON THE SUBWAY TO BROOKLYN BY RICHARD ABRAMSON 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 122

I smash the phone as hard as I can. The glass shatters and falls away in pieces, and the guts of the thing spill out. I smash it again and the case cracks, I smash it again and it folds in on itself, and I keep smashing it, over and over and over.

THE TRAGEDY OF THE ROSEMARKIE SEAL BY EMILY NEVES 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 103

I turn my back to the cave wall and look out. The slope of the hill and a little green bramble with a spray of yellow flowers partially obscures one side of the opening and on the other side I see the green-gray sea reaching to the horizon. I think I could live here if I had to. 

TASSELS BY SARAH JANE JUSTICE 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 118

one by one the tassels slip from hands that can’t remember when to not let go

INTERNAL VOICES BY TRAVIS COBB 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 81

Inside this Tower of Babel where nothing gets said. Put out what you need to speak. See if god is listening. 

THE FLATNESS OF HYPER-REALISM BY ALLISON RICHARDS 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 110

Even if it pays you nothing back.

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.

PLAYLIST FOR THE WORST DAYS BY JAWNO OKHIULU 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 108

A mix of rhythm, funk, soul, and soapbox prophecy cut with love, grief, rage, and acceptance.

MACHINE GIRL BY REBECCA EGAN 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 96

I want a signal that screams I made it through. On my own. I found a way out. 

DEAD CAT BY MELVIN STERNE 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 96

What’s the most likely ending? What’s the worst-case scenario? What’s the best ending? There’s a billion potential endings. Pick one.

STEALING HOME BY KAY BONTEMPO 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 78

Everything, she thought, 

is an accident of where you are.

Two bell peppers, Muenster cheese. Cauliflower, a pack of Newports, Tampax. Martinelli’s apple juice. Paper towels two-ply. English Breakfast tea. Boil-in-a-bag rice, paper clips, ramen noodles. Maybe some ice cream if there was money left over. America’s Choice vanilla, eaten straight from the carton. It wouldn’t be bad. With an uncomfortable pop, he pulled out of her and lay beside her, breathing hard. It was 11.52pm. She wondered if the Shop’n’Save would even be open.