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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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 12, 2022
Where is Home?
By Pankhuri Sinha — Getting fixed in that infamous question,‘So where are you from?’or that question, asked somewhat more pejoratively, ‘So
- Jan 15, 2022
Joy Stalking through Cancer
By Christine Cissy White — "I’m tired of fighting," I tell my palliative care contact, Jen via Zoom. "It's not a fair fight anyhow," she
- Jan 3, 2022
When it Happens
By Lisa Reynolds — She said it would be like this; all heartache would come at once, then leave me in a sedated state,
where tears are
- Dec 20, 2021
Reflection
By Sushant Thapa — Oh this forbidden path of poetry I walk. Meet me when the time is plenty. I will not be what you are afraid of.
- Nov 28, 2021
My Grandma
By Maged Zaher — My grandma was mean and scared and scary. She would win the Nobel in fear. Ah, what I believe is harmful. Yet I don't have
- Oct 26, 2021
June 10, 2021
By Audrey Geliga — I have been on a journey of self-love, self-acceptance, and self-rediscovery, for almost three years now. I thought that
- Oct 17, 2021
Where I’m Writing From
By Kim Biello Sarrosick — I’m writing from my “office” — the windowless basement guest room, yoga studio, storage space that became my
- Oct 5, 2021
I Am
By Damaris Abreu — I’ve experienced vulnerable moments in which I shared my heart with total strangers because of the safe setting of the
- Sep 19, 2021
Sunday
By Jeremiah K Durick — What It’s Like
And so it’s Sunday, the end of a set of days. The beginning of another. A pause of sorts, something
- Sep 1, 2021
Morning Raga
By Shome Dasgupta — I've heard through stories about my ancestors—they told—a petal can sing a song from before existence— now as I look
- Aug 16, 2021
Electrocuting the Ants
By David J. Bookbinder — I did terrible things to insects as a child. Like many other boys growing up with nothing better to do, I tore the
- Jul 24, 2021
Daniel Sklar Likes
By Daniel Sklar —
Did you know that Daniel Sklar likes drifting in a canoe on Chebacco Lake? He also likes riding a bicycle, especially to
- Jun 23, 2021
Embark
By Rose Loving — There was so much nourishment growing in that valley. The wild leeks we ate every day with eggs at dawn. The coltsfoot we
- Jun 14, 2021
I Am From
By Debra Dolan — I'm from the lonely and misunderstood. From the "I don't believe you" and "I hope you have a daughter just like you" to
- Jun 3, 2021
Phantom Writer
By Nicole Menzzasalma — She seems stressed of all things, fragile and shrewd. She says she loves me. She’s the only one that makes me sing.
- May 29, 2021
How Expressive Writing Is helping Me Feel, Deal and Heal
By Grace Calder — In 1984, at the age of twenty-four, the Harlem State Office Building in New York City is where I found a sense of closure
- May 21, 2021
Swim in New Water
By Sha Huang — In charge of my inner room, in charge of no others, exchange our colors, your purple, my blue, recharge myself with more
- May 14, 2021
Potential
By Angella Lee — Like a seed with a blueprint for becoming a flower, I contained my potential. I started deep in the ground. I couldn't
- May 11, 2021
Irreparable
By John Maurer — Drop a chandelier of stained glass into my branches, so irreparable, still kind of enchanting, a good memory
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