Then one day you give a guy your legs.
THEN ONE DAY YOU GIVE A GUY YOUR LEGS BY JENNAFER D’ALVIA 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 32
You skate up Broadway alongside the traffic. You love the feeling you get when the traffic lights stop the cars and let you go gliding through. Now you realize, once upon a time, Louie used to have that feeling too.
I just want to know what it feels like to be a writer.
PERFIDY BY JAN ALEXANDER 23THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 32
“Are all writers self-destructive?” she’d asked me, her eyes merely inquisitive, as if I were a tour guide and she was asking about the weather in Timbuktu.
I’ve never been to Oklahoma but I live with its past.
BURYING THINGS BY CHARLENE CARUSO 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 32
I’ve never been to Oklahoma but I live with its past. It shares our bed. I am Ed’s third wife. We live in Californianot nearly far enough away from Oklahoma. The broken history of the land and the brokenness of so many of its people is passed down in this family from father to son. DNA dangling from the snapped wishbone of each Y chromosome.
TALK TALK BANG BANG
What went wrong with Tarantino?
Tarantino was treated more like a rock star than a movie director. Critics drooled over him.
TALK TALK BANG BANG BY GRAHAM DASELER 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 32
When had the wrench begun tightening?
THE YEAR OF THE WRENCH BY JED WYMAN 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 32
It felt as if every time he turned around nuts and bolts and other facets and fasteners of his life would come undone and disappear forever.