BLUE
By Anne Whitehouse — When I hung up the clothes I had brought with me, I saw they all were shades of blue. This is the color I come back to,
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literary
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Expressive
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The
Premier
online
literary
journal
for
Expressive
Writing
JOURNAL OF
EXPRESSIVE WRITING
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.
Explore the themes by prompt below:
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- Feb 22
Roll. Stuff. Layer.
By Áine Greaney — This morning I am crisscrossing from the motel room dresser to my motel bed. Dresser to bed. Bed to dresser. The dresser
- Feb 8
Who Am I today?
By Anthony John Ward — Last year I felt different to how I feel now, although I'm very much the same person I was when I was little. The
- Jan 29
Salix Babylonica
By Carl Scharwath — The book in my hand felt comfortable and familiar as the journey to my reading sanctuary awaited. The willow tree was an
- Dec 28, 2022
Bee–stingly sister
By Oksana Mauricio — I turned into the bee version, desiring to sting her for interrupting, my Niece and I's conversation. She was not
- Dec 9, 2022
Aging in a Time of Pandemic
By Dr. Sidney Trubowitz — This year, on February 4th, I will celebrate my 97th birthday and I consider what changes the ravages of time have
- Nov 9, 2022
Travel Diary
By Bhoj Kumar Dhamala — Inside
the aircraft, a man gets a call, and the lady irritated, loudly shuts up the man in calling. Sitting next to
- Oct 25, 2022
Queen of Death
By Kelli Devan Edwards — The Queen of death awaits dormant in my bowel. Bejeweled in a crown of vessels, her prerogative when to drink and
- Sep 27, 2022
That is My Name
By Nika Mavrody — To waste a call is to be alone, and there's only one way to say, yes that is my name, and you will not call it forth.
- Aug 20, 2022
Oh! My Dear Face
By Ananta Kumar Singh — Never be upset. I didn't come to pimples. I didn't come to dimples. Oh! My dear face. Never be upset. I didn't
- Jul 25, 2022
The Story I Write
By Chandra Persaud — I am the daughter of women, displaced, raped, chased, shaped by a history that cannot be undone. For history leaves a
- Jul 16, 2022
Looks Can Be Deceiving
By Paul Rousseau — He is standing by a rural post mailbox, hair disheveled, beard scruffy, tattered overalls more dirt than cloth. I stop to
- Jun 8, 2022
We are hit hard
By Maged Zaher — I am not hypocritical, I am morally bankrupt. However, I am sticking to the version of truth that goes as follow: whatever
- May 26, 2022
Life's Creator
By Dr Shalini Yadav — Tired, scared, broken and silent. Keeping her inside weight on my shoulders, revising the definition as a woman.
- May 8, 2022
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
- Apr 25, 2022
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 21, 2022
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, 2022
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
- Mar 22, 2022
Three Poems
By Debbie Cutler — Mary and I talk into the night, sip dessert wine from Alaska,
dance to the throb of country blues or rap, listen to
- Feb 28, 2022
Today's Me
By Lynn White — Maybe you’ll find me
in the language of my body, but not in the practiced gestures, the performance, the masquerade that
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