My Mother the Car
By Phill LoFaso — Heavy rain hits the windscreen. The streets are hard to see. Tall oaks lean in. Untold threats unseen. The unknown and
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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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- Jun 23
The night will be for day dreamers
By Brian Michael Barbeito — A band I never saw, not w/my eyes anyhow. I was sitting at the top of a large ship, a ship that was around seven
- Jun 20
Ask me. About today.
By Barbara Simmons — Today I have breakfast with my friend whose new haircut I praise, knowing that it comes from her chemotherapy meds
- Jun 18
Love is...a verb
By Darleen Hunzinger — How do you love someone and cringe at the sound of their voice all at the same time...When that person has leapt from
- 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
- Jun 6
For Love
By Lynn White — This is my season for living and it’s now that I need them. The flowers you carried in that season are for me. Later they
- Jun 3
When I’m Gone
By Khloe Kempker — Tell them that I never left a treacherous trail of burdened broken hearts like seashells along the shore, that I always
- 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 20
LIGHTS OF LOVE
By Priya Chouhan — A narrow escape from blazing desolation, panting heavily,
sweat dripped down the neck, wounded hands stroked the fallen
- May 16
Drifting
By John Lynn Swainston — I am sure there is a name for it. I called it drifting, getting from one place to another without taking a step.
- May 12
Catching Up with Millie
By Alex Carrigan — I didn’t cry when I heard you had passed away. I wouldn’t until three months later when we placed
your urn in the ground
- 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.
- May 5
Make it funny—Covid Reflections, Dreams & Nightmares
By Wanda Potrykus — Like the comedy shows though, it seems the Covid-19 virus has no respect for anyone, and it's obviously also totally
- May 3
A POEM KNOCKS
By Noelle Sterne — A poem knocks, born in distant chambers. Embryonic words swim, wind through curving caves of mind, break through curving
- May 1
Women Making Waves
By Joanne Greene — What never entered my mind in 1977 was that Roe v. Wade could be overturned by the Supreme Court, and that women in
- Apr 27
The Night Two Lovers Leapt
By Frogg Corpse — In the last warmth of autumns hold. Gripping damp November cold. Protection from this fear while stripped from comfort
- Apr 23
I am my mother’s daughter
By Kacy Fallon — I am my mother’s daughter today when the mail arrives:
Jeep offers, credit cards closed two years ago, Kohl’s catalogues
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