The Night Two Lovers Leapt
By Frogg Corpse — In the last warmth of autumns hold. Gripping damp November cold. Protection from this fear while stripped from comfort
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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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- Mar 25
If only I knew
By Pragya Bajpai — If only I knew, my body is a home; it's always my choice to leave or carry toxicity inside. The layers of unwanted words,
- Feb 5
THE NEVERBORNS
By Jen OConnor — Should we beg for their forgiveness? For taking away their Right to Life? Harsh laws will punish us now for that. But the
- Jan 26
Good Girl, Olive
By Vibha Akkaraju — “Good girl,” I coo to Olive in that tone that Maya, my first born, finds unbearably saccharine. But it's not saccharine
- Dec 30, 2022
Northern Cruise
By Jeremiah K Durick — There must be something here worth the effort. The time spent. The foghorn goes off every two minutes reminding us
- Dec 20, 2022
Definition of Romantic Love
By Dorothy Dorcine — The intimacy of hearing your voice in the dim lighting of my bedroom. My arms tangled around my pillowcase—I took my
- Dec 14, 2022
Deep in the Unmowed Paddock
Kyla St Jaye — My body feels like an episode of hoarders. I’m always hungry. Stacked with debris and loading. Each scrap, bottle top and
- Nov 26, 2022
Last flight
By Bhuwan Thapaliya — She is waiting for him, holding a cup of masala memories. Clotheslines hang about in the darkness and there is light
- Nov 5, 2022
Missing You
By Linda M. Crate — I am sorry that I wounded you. I didn't want to hurt you. I wasn't brave enough to confront my feelings or process them,
- Oct 17, 2022
IF ONLY WE KNEW HOW TO TALK ABOUT DEATH IN THE U.S. IN THE LATE 1960’S
By Lynn Davidman — Within a few years of her death, my father disowned and disinherited me, because I no longer followed the dictates he
- Sep 7, 2022
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
- Aug 3, 2022
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,
- Jun 23, 2022
God, what did you say again?
By Aaron Curry — If only I paid more attention to God and less attention to other sources. I'll stop muzzling your voice. I heard what you
- Jun 5, 2022
Taking Action Steps
By Kenya Jones — If only the ideas people have for fixing issues that are negatively impacting communities could be implemented. These days
- May 10, 2022
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,
- Apr 27, 2022
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 7, 2022
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.
- Mar 7, 2022
I have heard her voice
By R. Bremner — I hear her voice at
the strangest times: at work, during a conference all; walking the dog on a bright sunny day; listening
- Jan 13, 2022
Shadows
By Simon Perchik — With each kiss your breath presses against this dirt, still warm from shovels emptied one by one, the way this hillside
- Jan 1, 2022
UNVEILING MY HEART
By Ojo Olumide Emmanuel — A love poem is like honey conjugal-blessing two pairs of cookies. A broken poem is like a strain. You holla &
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