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We’ve received a number of exceptional submissions, and Parley’s Copy Editor, Tswana Caine picked some of her favorites (in no particular order). The Goblin Shack Ganker by Kirk Thomas I’ve chosen this piece because I was instantly captivated by the sensory language at …
We’ve received a number of exceptional submissions, and Parley’s Assistant Editor, Jacob Adams has picked some of his favorites (in no particular order). Sleuth by Hayley Stoddard For anyone who’s written poetry as something to be shared, this poem captures …
We’ve received a number of exceptional submissions, and Parley’s Editor in Chief, Camille Liptak has picked some of her favorites (in no particular order). When She Realized the Universe Was on Her Side by Lache S. Man, oh man do …
As I close my eyes and let the Valium seep into my bloodstream under my tongue, I imagine my happy places, just like my therapist told me. I let the tears fall from under closed lids like rain droplets from …
The accumulation of horrid circumstances that continue to boil throughout South and Central America have resulted in citizens making a desperate attempt to reach the United States. These migrants travel through the unimaginable in order to provide better lives for …
The dance community is only beginning to embark on the deep and rich culture of African Jazz Dance. Its influence on a person’s own spiritual development reaches farther than just the dance moves themselves. It is a technical dance form …
Living in a privileged country can make it difficult to fathom the quandaries a third world country experiences daily. In the Dominican Republic, something that takes little thought for Americans is a deadly obstruction many Dominicans are unable to overcome, …
If you don’t crack jokes on Twitter about Avoiding your writing by being on Twitter,Are you even a writer?What did people do before the internet?Jane Austen wrote letters instead of chapters,Took long walks past fields and seashores,Exchanged gossip with her neighbors.Lord …
HOUSE When my house burned down, I built myself into a house. I wanted to understand. WATER I thought I found your body underwater Near the lake you were born in. It was only a reflection— It’s hard for me …
JOANNA Your voice like a guitar solo. The way you sing buries me. The contortion of your mouth is what I think of when I think of love. Singing, you say, is like dying repeatedly in front of a crowd. …