Mopping
By Zary Fekete — One day my father taught me how to use a mop. The mop was old-fashioned with dozens of tendrils soaked with soapy water.
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:
Mopping
Time Capsule
New Moon in Cancer
After
"Parental Guidance"
Bring them back
I AM…COMPLETE
No one is excluded from love, including me
Find You
Pindaric flights
When I Hold Her
Why Not?
Untouchable Joy!
Kalawati
In the Wind
ENOUGH OF LIFE CUT SHORT ALREADY
Washington Bridge Plan
THE KNOXVILLE HYATT
Scoliosis
WE DO THESE THINGS