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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:

Nov 26

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

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

Jul 30

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

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

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

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

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

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

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THEMES by PROMPT

Rather an Intermediate State

Yahrzeit

The Stream of Contradictions

Reconciling Silence

Dawns 21 Haiku

I Run

Making Ourselves Better

Religiously

Contaminated River of Politics

At Yun’meng Mountain

Your Paper Bag

Dead Bones Rise Up

Warm Light Wandering

The

Premier

online literary

journal

for

Expressive

Writing

The

Premier

online literary

journal

for

Expressive

Writing

JOURNAL OF EXPRESSIVE WRITING

THEMES by PROMPT

Rather an Intermediate State

Yahrzeit

The Stream of Contradictions

Reconciling Silence

Dawns 21 Haiku

I Run

Making Ourselves Better

Religiously

Contaminated River of Politics

At Yun’meng Mountain

Your Paper Bag

Dead Bones Rise Up

Warm Light Wandering

online
literary

online
literary

JOURNAL OF
EXPRESSIVE WRITING