THE FLATNESS OF HYPER-REALISM BY ALLISON RICHARDS 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 110
We viewers cannot paint perfect figures, so we don’t make art. We don’t have the time, so we don’t make art. We watch a video on TikTok and the end result looks more real than our goddamn reflection in the mirror, and so we don’t make art.
LOVE STORY BY LESLIE BOHEM 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 110
Every week I’d take the trash out and look at that week’s TV Guide
Do you remember the TV Guide?
it listed everything that would be on television that week
I’d look at the one I was throwing out and think—
there goes another week of my life.
ON MICHELLE BRANCH BY ERIC FARWELL 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 110
As the video faded out, we sat there for a few seconds. In the span of this time, John found himself comfortable enough to offer up “she’s hot, dude”. For the first time I felt understood by a friend, even if he had no idea how much this meant to me. I cooly responded “yeah” and turned my glee to a low simmer. READ ONLINE
JOHN AND PABLO MEET THEIR NEIGHBORS BY ELEANOR LERMAN 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 110
He’d told himself many times that he should move, that he didn’t belong in this kind of neighborhood any more.
DOLL DANCE BY CHARLES ARNIM 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 110
One of her eyes glimmered outward from her pale face as if powered by a minuscule, nearly-exhausted battery. The other one looked like one of those marbles kids used to play with.
34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 110
THE FLATNESS OF HYPER-REALISM BY ALLISON RICHARDS, LOVE STORY BY LESLIE BOHEM, DOLL DANCE BY CHARLES ARNIM, JOHN AND PABLO MEET THEIR NEIGHBORS BY ELEANOR LERMAN, ON MICHELLE BRANCH BY ERIC FARWELL.
CONFESSION BY REGINE RAYEVSKY FISHER 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 109
She was looking at me, most likely by accident. Possibly she didn’t even see me. I, in turn, started to examine her, and completely stopped hearing anything my wife was saying.
WARHOL/WAYNE/WEST BY ZYG FURMANIUK 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 109
You know Warhol did a Batman film in 1964? So this was it. Batman/Dracula, filmed on rooftops near the Factory with underground film-maker Jack Smith in the lead. Unfinished. What of it?
ALL THE LIVES THAT COULD HAVE BEEN BY DANILA BOTHA 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 109
When we were together I wasn’t effusive enough. He told me that I only said I loved him after we broke up.
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.
DOWN THE ROAD A PIECE BY BERNIE HAFELI 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 11
She blew him a kiss. It was like he could see it rise above the smoke and neon and glide lazily toward the stage, a rose petal in the evening breeze. Momentarily he stopped strumming, reached up and caught it.
VISION BOARD BY MEIKKO LEE 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 107
You’re telling me I had the power to change my life from the vampire-sucking scam of an occupation that is public education? Sign me up.
It was a home run, sure. But it was more than that.
THE POUTRE POND POKE BY GREG GIORGIO 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 107
I’ll never forget the amazing spectacle, the ecstatic, wondrous moment of Mark Massaroni’s mighty, magical home run ball.
THE UNBEARABLE WEARINESS OF THE MIDLIFE WOMAN BY AMANDA MARPLES 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 107
She avoided thinking, but that did not stop an inner voice that prattled on, that she could not silence. What for? Who for?
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.
THE PERFECT MOTHER BY KATHERINE BROWN 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 102
Books for new mothers will tell you that you need a ton of stuff. You can agonize over what brand diapers, cloth versus disposable, or whether to wear your newborn in a sling or let her cry it out in the crib, but none of that matters because you will be judged for whatever choices you make anyway. All you really need is a good bottle of wine.
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. Her grandpa stays in his downstairs bedroom with the door locked. I’ve never seen him. Everyone smokes, so the couches smell musty and cigarettey. Both bathtubs are stained brown around the drain. But I still love sleeping there because her grandma makes egg mcmuffins and lets us watch R-rated movies. I stay in my pajamas and watch TV for eight or nine hours at a time.
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.
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.
Salem Rose, you can’t trust any motherfucker. You can talk with people, and be cool with them, but people are ruthless and disgusting, and the only person who’s got your back is you. Nobody got you like you got yourself, Salem Rose. You have to take care of yourself and tell everyone to go fuck themselves. “I know dad,” I would tell him, giggling because I knew he would get mad at me if I swore.
FROM HUMBLE EYES BY SALEM ROSE 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 94
Bean whispered, you could place your hand in a ripe fruit and withdraw a beautiful afternoon. He said, “Whatever happens happens for the good.”
A SCUT OF EARTH BY ELIZABETH KIRSCHNER 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 93
LOVE AND PHILODENDRON BY PATRICK SEAMAN 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 83
It was a quick walk down to the little creek that ran through your father’s backyard. We would kick off our shoes and ball our socks into our pockets and feel which rocks were the slimiest and search for crayfish with our toes. I remember you wore my hat and laughed as we walked home hand in hand and I told you to keep it and you did.
STEALING HOME BY KAY BONTEMPO 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 78
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.
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