Group Photo.
By Oladejo Abdullah Feranmi — On days when grief was so hard to scrub off time's face, I crawled into the mug shot where happiness tore the
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JOURNAL OF
EXPRESSIVE WRITING
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.
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- Sep 18
Spatterdock
By Sharon O. Blumberg — Enchanted yellow lilies with sun-bright centers attached to long stems rested on the surface of the pond, as if
- Sep 14
LOFT BED
By Noelle Sterne — In the two-room, graduate-school apartment, one-eighth of a brownstone whose only virtue was eleven-foot ceilings, my new
- Sep 10
I do not live in a City
By Dennis Williams — I don’t know traffic jams. Vehicles traverse my streets intermittently, miles apart, never a risk to children playing
- Sep 7
At FORLORN DAYS
By Angela Ezekiel — It was Sunday when the earth swallowed Maggi, our
sweetmeloned woman. Soul, brightest in the glorious morning sun, a
- Sep 4
A Dawn with You
By Shalini Yadav — A striking crack of dawn at the parapet, removing the murk within one more day, neat and beautiful,
brightening further
- Aug 31
PLATTERS OF DECEITS
By Abdulmueed Balogun — My body gets fatigued easily, and even more
my soul. but to whose ears do I narrate my haunting woes? Everyone is
- Aug 28
Most Needed Jewellery
By Sushant Thapa — The day speaks of the delight. Garden of love welcomes another blooming flower. A bee hovers for nectar. That sweetness
- Aug 24
MMIW
By Casey Yasuda — Meet me in November, when everything is red, to the only time when my sisters’ names
aren’t unsaid. MMIW. But only in
- Aug 20
Oh! My Dear Face
By Ananta Kumar Singh — Never be upset. I didn't come to pimples. I didn't come to dimples. Oh! My dear face. Never be upset. I didn't
- Aug 17
“We The People”
By Abigail Flores — Rooted with time, and veins that sway the sky, I pray to go back. But every school makes me
Bleed white. And here, they
- Aug 14
Blurday
By Duane Anderson — Welcome to a special event the birth of the new word of the year. Welcome to Blurday, to a new lifestyle, where one day
- Aug 11
Dandelion
By Lisa Lucca — Despite the small voice inside my head I grew used to hearing since I was an outspoken child, the voice from my family that
- Aug 7
Privilege
By Riyam Kafri AbuLaban — It is easy for privilege to declare, from its soapbox, that which is ethical, and that which is acceptable. But
- Aug 3
If...
By Tamara MC — If he hadn’t stolen my hard drive and then blackmailed me,
we would still be together. If he hadn’t lied about it,
- Jul 31
AT THE GRAVESIDE (for Sister Lizzy)
By Ojo Olumide Emmanuel — At your graveside, a woman began a song. She is not from your tribe. You died in the land of another tribe.
- Jul 27
Birthday Foodscapes and Me
By Aparajita De — “Begin with the bitter first. Then go to the fritters and the fries. Finally, exit through the rice pudding,”
- Jul 25
The Story I Write
By Chandra Persaud — I am the daughter of women, displaced, raped, chased, shaped by a history that cannot be undone. For history leaves a
- Jul 16
Looks Can Be Deceiving
By Paul Rousseau — He is standing by a rural post mailbox, hair disheveled, beard scruffy, tattered overalls more dirt than cloth. I stop to
- Jul 13
But I Did
By Nolcha Fox — Nobody noticed your impossible red hair, a flag waving away
your 70 years, the last maple leaf defying the wind. But I did.