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
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The
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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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- Oct 22, 2022
Dare To Be Brave
By Andrew Scott — She stretches her leg, staring at the scare given to her only a few months before. It starts above the knee, in the back
- Oct 19, 2022
Friend
By Michael H Brownstein — When I first saw you, you felt like a breeze on a hot summer's day and I knew I had to stay in your way. You had
- Oct 16, 2022
IF ONLY WE KNEW HOW TO TALK ABOUT DEATH IN THE U.S. IN THE LATE 1960’S
By Lynn Davidman — Within a few years of her death, my father disowned and disinherited me, because I no longer followed the dictates he
- Oct 14, 2022
5 Haiku
By Sergio Inestrosa — (1) The dark current of the Mississippi River. Birds screech. (2) A lovely flower from the mountain bower. A wild wind
- Oct 9, 2022
Growing Pains
By Ashley Dayanara Campos — I was a professional translator by age seven, a lawyer by age ten, an accountant by thirteen, and on track to
- Oct 6, 2022
The Reason for Vases
By Ellen A. Grazioso — Humanity is a diverse bouquet. The less fortunate are no less worthy, no less beautiful. But for some, merciful
- Oct 2, 2022
My Strong Fingers
By Audrey Geliga — My strong fingers have held my children when they needed me the most and in times when I just wanted a hug and to feel
- Sep 26, 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.
- Sep 21, 2022
Group Photo.
By Oladejo Abdullah Feranmi — On days when grief was so hard to scrub off time's face, I crawled into the mug shot where happiness tore the
- Sep 17, 2022
Spatterdock
By Sharon O. Blumberg — Enchanted yellow lilies with sun-bright centers attached to long stems rested on the surface of the pond, as if
- Sep 14, 2022
LOFT BED
By Noelle Sterne — In the two-room, graduate-school apartment, one-eighth of a brownstone whose only virtue was eleven-foot ceilings, my new
- Sep 10, 2022
I do not live in a City
By Dennis Williams — I don’t know traffic jams. Vehicles traverse my streets intermittently, miles apart, never a risk to children playing
- Sep 6, 2022
At FORLORN DAYS
By Angela Ezekiel — It was Sunday when the earth swallowed Maggi, our
sweetmeloned woman. Soul, brightest in the glorious morning sun, a
- Sep 3, 2022
A Dawn with You
By Shalini Yadav — A striking crack of dawn at the parapet, removing the murk within one more day, neat and beautiful,
brightening further
- Aug 30, 2022
PLATTERS OF DECEITS
By Abdulmueed Balogun — My body gets fatigued easily, and even more
my soul. but to whose ears do I narrate my haunting woes? Everyone is
- Aug 27, 2022
Most Needed Jewellery
By Sushant Thapa — The day speaks of the delight. Garden of love welcomes another blooming flower. A bee hovers for nectar. That sweetness
- Aug 24, 2022
MMIW
By Casey Yasuda — Meet me in November, when everything is red, to the only time when my sisters’ names
aren’t unsaid. MMIW. But only in
- 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
- Aug 16, 2022
“We The People”
By Abigail Flores — Rooted with time, and veins that sway the sky, I pray to go back. But every school makes me
Bleed white. And here, they
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