The Family Dog
By Tod Minotti — The dog died today. Lulu. Lulu, Foo Foo, Foofie, Doofie. My dog. Our Dog. Our pet. I love her. I always will. She was the
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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.
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- 7 days ago
Spring’s Song
By Rupsingh Bhandari — The stream inside the jungle carries the messages of festive spring, singing its nursery rhyme heads to grow down.
- May 10
Our bones used to be the same
By Heleana Bakopoulos — Fish, teething filleted fish of yesterday on a bed of blueberries, with purple fingertips and spider legs,
- May 8
Finally
By Holly Day — I finally get diagnosed and it answers everything, and I almost laugh out of relief because despite all of the horrible
- May 7
Summertime Lost
By Richard Temple — Nearly eight billion sides to this story but we don't have time for that here. Paralyzed stasis:
Nothing is moving, not
- May 4
Braided
By Gerry Grubbs — I watch you braid your mothers hair. Your hands working like hers in the slow rhythm of the work and I see how my thoughts
- May 2
The Right Side of White
By T. A. Johnson — Understanding the complexity of being Black in America is hard for most White People to see, but it’s hard for anyone to
- Apr 29
A God Thing—The Drum Roll of Synchronicity
By Laura L. Engel — I know you don’t love me. You never give me the attention I deserve. Good luck finding some guy who wants a woman like
- Apr 27
Injustice - Caroline and Miriam
By Phyllis Evan — 7th grade. I still remember their names. Caroline and Miriam. Caroline’s face was long and narrow, except for her cheek
- Apr 25
Speed Grieving
By Hilton Koppe — My doctor is telling me I need to quit work. My psychologist and my wife are telling me I need to quit. So is my time as a
- Apr 24
Mexico's Missing Dead
By Hector Rodriguez — Hundreds of thousands have been murdered. Men, women young and old vanish. Drug cartels are merciless. Interference in
- Apr 21
Aaj Mein kaun?
By Anita Nahal — Aaj mein kaun? Today? Yes, today, was warm enough for long walks with me. Pied pipers piping past paleness of the night.
- Apr 18
Krapp's Last Tape
By Doug Holder — I am the widower who stares at framed pictures and talks to ghosts. I am an aging man who hears
voices in the cracks of
- Apr 16
My Closet, Your Shame
By Maia Michelle Raven — She stared at the screen. She turned around and slapped me. Whack. She slapped me again. My face is burning. I run
- Apr 14
Dreaming, writing, healing
By Sylvie Kandé — Her cheeks redden. With a trembling hand she removes her fogged-up glasses. This granite woman, whom we love for and
- Apr 13
OUT FRONT
By Dee Allen — I am grateful for the bus drivers, the firefighters, the restaurant, delivery drivers, the subway train
Delivery drivers
- Apr 11
Burial
By U-Meleni Mhlaba-Adebo — MAYBE blood will be sacrifice to the God’s of Pain and Suffering. Maybe this blood will scorch the earth
- Apr 10
5 Tankas
By Sergio Inestrosa — Born among the poor. God himself. Serene night ... To guide shepherds, the brightness of a star. Very early in the
- Apr 7
IF ONLY MY MOTHER WOULD HAVE LIVED
By Lynn Davidman — If only my mother had lived instead of dying when I was barely thirteen, my life would have been easier in so many ways.
- Apr 5
On Reading and Writing during the Pandemic
By Joyce Bou Charaa — Since the spread of the Coronavirus pandemic in 2020, we have been trying to escape the news, the economic crisis