Addiction
By Bhuwan Thapaliya — He comes home late in the evening only to slump in front of the television, often with
an alcoholic drink. Her
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THEMES by PROMPT
We publish writing using a series of prompts as an entry point for exploring emotions, personal histories, shared truths, joy, grief, shame, and those themes that matter most to us in our hearts.
Explore the themes by prompt below:
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- Oct 20
Ask Me Your Fortune, If You Dare!
By Anita Nahal — Lentil or meat in a steaming hot pot. Reeked heavy and was badly sought. Remnants of birds in the ladle. Ramifications
- Oct 17
Where I’m Writing From
By Kim Biello Sarrosick — I’m writing from my “office” — the windowless basement guest room, yoga studio, storage space that became my
- Oct 14
Another Day
By Ian Willey — A girl on the train was crying and no one noticed. No one noticed as something fell from the bottom of a B-29 as it passed
- Oct 12
I Should Have Said
By Gerry Grubbs — I should have said How lovely you were last night. I should have said I knew the stars were out because I could see you
- Oct 9
Once, Subdivided
By D.R. James — Like self-exiles, I was proximal; I was blue spot-lit, gray spot-lit, somebody’s sector. I nudged slushy snow by nose and
- Oct 8
Walking Down the Street
By Diane Kendig — I am stopped by a man who wants to know if my hat is for Navy. “No, it’s my dad’s Army Air Corps hat,” I say, hold it at
- Oct 6
Yahrzeit
Jeremy Nathan Marks — I discover that in his foresight he has paid for bulbs for my father my mother, my sister, and me. He tells me had I
- Oct 5
I Am
By Damaris Abreu — I’ve experienced vulnerable moments in which I shared my heart with total strangers because of the safe setting of the
- Oct 4
Concussion to my Head
By Evelyn J Caballero — A fellow writer says, “Writing helps you deal with pain,
heal from the trauma.” I apply this to the concussion of
- Sep 30
My Young Nephew
By REN — Having been privileged to receive and finish education years before the pandemic, I sometimes worry for my young nephew. He's
- Sep 27
Come with me
By Raluca Buttner — Come step out onto the clouds with me. Why be so afraid to leave the world behind, with its roofs and screened windows?
- Sep 24
Dear Nana
By Kim Steinberg — For eleven years, you lived on a sadist’s charity. The year was 1918. You were two years old, living in the port city of
- Sep 22
As Above, So Below: Summoning Divine Protection and Guidance
By DeeAnna Nagel & Cedric Speyer — Please remove all negative cords, frequencies, vibrations, and energies that have attached in me, on me
- Sep 19
Sunday
By Jeremiah K Durick — What It’s Like
And so it’s Sunday, the end of a set of days. The beginning of another. A pause of sorts, something
- Sep 17
The Origins of Creative Endeavours
By Todd Sullivan — I end every Zoom interview the same way. “Before we go, do you have any final questions?” I've interviewed some 90
- Sep 13
She Walks Alone
By John L. Swainston — She walks alone. The years have passed. So, has he. No one to share this unchanged beauty. The babies have their own
- Sep 11
More Tender Mystery
By Rebecca Jane — He promised their minds would birth new stars, then pushed her off the flight over the Eastern Abyss of Abuse. She landed
- Sep 8
What the Sheltering Do
By Lana Hechtman Ayers — Turnips are all I eat for the fifth night this week
because the market is out of everything,
and facial tissues
- Sep 4
Through the Evening Fog
By Yuna Kang — It is hard enough to love you, harder still to remember you.
I scribble down the final pulses of trauma you gave me, hoping