Spilling over the garden gate
By Linda M. Crate — When I was young, I used to laugh loudly, speak loudly, and I remember spilling over the garden gate like a wild rose.
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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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- Apr 20
VAN GOGH'S ROAD
By Syka Wryts — The dancing howling wind swings through. Through the naked crooked branches. A tree standing on one's jack in the midnight
- Mar 4
The Burlington Northern Railroad
By Zary Fekete — If I had taken a turn earlier, I might have beaten it. As it was, the moment I took the right at the intersection, I could
- Dec 12, 2022
Rebars
By Martin Schwarz — A vortex descends on me of shrapnel and hopelessness. Yet a hunger in my spine hauls me from the afterlife. Born in hail
- Dec 3, 2022
We Didn’t See It Coming
By Diann Logan — When I was Sweet 16, one computer was bigger than any of the classrooms I spent my days in. High School guidance counselors
- Nov 7, 2022
Depression
By Angélica Vélez-Giraldo — Isolation is my friend; it caresses every inch of me. Tightening ever so slowly, when it feels like it'll be the
- Oct 31, 2022
The Pain of the Living
By Troy A. Johnson — Relentless was time, it left me beaten and bruised. Memories ran rampant through my mind. They left holes where self
- Oct 23, 2022
Dare To Be Brave
By Andrew Scott — She stretches her leg, staring at the scare given to her only a few months before. It starts above the knee, in the back
- Sep 18, 2022
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 10, 2022
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
- Aug 31, 2022
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
- Jul 31, 2022
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 13, 2022
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.
- Jun 28, 2022
The Homemaker
By Dr Balesh Jindal — Each beautiful corner she decorated with her dreams. Each crevice, she lighted with her girlhood laughters, leaving
- May 20, 2022
However Far, However Near
By Keith Hoerner — When I was a kid, I would sleepwalk. I remember having a recurring dream. Today, it seems to be such a mature dream,
- May 4, 2022
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
- Apr 14, 2022
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 2, 2022
Trash Pandas
By Andrew Scott — People around here call them Trash Pandas. Visitors that come in the silence of the night so, no one can hear or see them.
- Mar 20, 2022
A March Through Time
By John P Drudge — It clicks and clacks
through time like jack boots on government marble. New forms of idolatry and poisoned messages from
- Feb 26, 2022
BENEATH THE NOBLE TREE…
By Kahlil Crawford — See, one day Al realized he didn't have a point of view beyond what he was taught as a child, so he set out to develop
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