Mexico's Missing Dead
By Hector Rodriguez — Hundreds of thousands have been murdered. Men, women young and old vanish. Drug cartels are merciless. Interference in
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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 31
Until You Are Prosecuted
By Hanan Kholoussy — How insecure must you be to gang up on her and take turns on her after you drugged her repeatedly. For despite all your
- Feb 21
Aesthetic Criteria
Santana Kamal — You can find murder ugly, but what if it saves you? An arc of abuse by precedented year - you turn into a beautiful monster.
- Dec 7, 2021
“Freedom Shadows” for Ahmaud Arbery
By Celucien Joseph — If freedom were a color, what will be its preference? Will it be brown, black, white, ultraviolet, or no color?
- Nov 26, 2021
Rather an Intermediate State
By Laszlo Aranyi (Frater Azmon) — In the doorway, the town dogcatcher, "Dogie" utters: "Gentlemen, I have told you before, you could learn
- Oct 6, 2021
Yahrzeit
Jeremy Nathan Marks — I discover that in his foresight he has paid for bulbs for my father my mother, my sister, and me. He tells me had I
- Aug 28, 2021
Rotate
By Gale Acuff — When my soul sails to Heaven like a kite to be judged, my soul's the kite, not Heaven that is, I'll close my eyes,
- Jul 30, 2021
The Stream of Contradictions
By Sarah Birnbach — Every time we start for the river of equality and justice, we deviate down a crooked jaded path, twisting and winding
- Jul 16, 2021
Reconciling Silence
By Philip Vassallo — You and I stand still, deep in the forest on the path toward the clearing, waiting for a tree to fall, but all we hear
- Jun 16, 2021
Dawns 21 Haiku
By Jake Cosmos Aller — 2021 Dawns. Politics are still uncertain. Thousands still are dying. The madness never ends it seems. Consuming us
- May 20, 2021
I Run
By Ellie Gober — I will not rest until I cannot go farther. At least that is what I tell myself. The pounding of my feet,
the pounding of
- Feb 28, 2021
Making Ourselves Better
By Rose H. Wharton — Because our whole reality is energy-based, when one person starts to shift their inner-self for the better, everyone
- Jan 25, 2021
Religiously
By Gale Acuff — I'll go to Heaven when I die to be judged saint, or damn-near, or sinner and then be kept up yonder or booted be-low to the
- Dec 15, 2020
Contaminated River of Politics
By Bhuwan Thapaliya — Despair peeped through
the forehead of Mt. Everest, spreading marooned fluid
through the skies. The vultures
- Sep 21, 2020
At Yun’meng Mountain
By Cigeng Zhang — The old vine of the wild kiwi fruit bent like a flow of rivulet hanging upside down, The babbling stream ran through the
- Aug 18, 2020
Your Paper Bag
By Thomas Elson — You’ve heard that scream and those words for weeks, but never once have you seen who cries out.
- Jul 25, 2020
Dead Bones Rise Up
By Katia Joseph — In my dream, I saw millions of black men and women’s dried dead bones, Bone to bone
- Jul 1, 2020
Warm Light Wandering
By Sylan Lewis — The tension starts in my jaw, as it always does. A clenched-teeth premonition of an