34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE

I told him I was sick of being a virgin.

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.

Recent posts

She should’ve played it cool.

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

May 26

It won’t let up.

We listen to rain take the lake.

May 20

How long had it taken them to forget.

They’d described it as an epiphany, this understanding, this reminder. How long had it taken them to forget.

May 15

No human being should have to live like this.

Tell the old man he can’t sleep here any more. Does he have somewhere to go?

May 12

Five weeks in, she said his name.

Hey, Daniel, like they were co-workers.

May 6

Dickinson thought it good to dream, preferred it to bloody reality.

I don’t remember my dreams

May 6

the ache of whatever it is / we’re all begging for

like a bag of / Cosmic Crisps

May 6

If you know how people think, you can predict how they will act.

If you can predict how they will act, you can decide their future.

May 5

She wouldn't be late.

Cass pulled on her damp bikini, struggled into her sweatpants and jacket. She wouldn’t be late.

Mar 1

Doom junkie.

You were the fabulous Queen of Hell. Wintour and Ru Paul genuflected. Party-hopping in your stretch Mercedes from Malibu to Mulholland.

Mar 1

She wished she could have gone for a last walk with him.

They would have strolled past the cafes where they had lattes and croissants.

Feb 28

This in loving.

Your presence hangs: a sopping shirt, dripping on bathroom tiles. I may be electrocuted by the blow-dryer.

Feb 28