"Parental Guidance"
By Ty'ona Crocker — You praised me for good grades because that’s all you knew. Never once did you realize what I was going through.
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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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- Sep 21
Kalawati
By Bharti Bansal — Women change the world by changing other women, motivating them, creating a path for them through their own struggles.
- Jul 29
Freedman Village of the Dead
By Mark Blickley — A dozen years ago, I visited Arlington National Cemetery for the first (and only) time. As a reluctant participant in the
- Jul 12
An Outburst from a Desperate Soul
By Caroline Reddy — I looked like a boy. I was thirteen years old when father’s words—suffocated my embryo. In your absence the summer
- Jun 15
Approaching the Stairs
By Patricia McTiernan — At the time, I didn’t think of it as an assault. But I did wonder if it would have happened if I took the bus. I was
- Jun 10
Solo Performance
By Susan Vilardo — One more day of renewed vigor. The aging woman embraces her bird morning songs, her bird morning songs. No hearing aid
- May 31
Runaway
By David J. Bookbinder — I still remember that day, many years ago. That was the day I realized I couldn’t go on like a ghost in my own
- May 27
In the Bathtub
By Madge Kaplan — Props of soap and shampoo bottles fly, then bob among rubber ducks and little toes. Accusations, repercussions, slamming
- May 23
We had Yaks
By Bhuwan Thapaliya — A priest’s son had an eye on my sister. He enticed her with his oratorical skills. They got married. My mother
- May 10
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.
- Apr 19
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 22, 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 17, 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 30, 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
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