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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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Feb 9
A FALSE SKY
By Dr. Balesh Jindal — Stripped down trees by the gentle fall winds, the wind knocked her down. She was meant to slip and slide to the


Feb 6
THE POET EMERGES
By John Grey — What was done to the smallest was done to you in grades one through six. You needed only to look twice at a bigger boy and


Feb 3
Words that Burn Bright
By Daksh Bajaj — Don't bottle up the pain in your heart. Cry it out, let feelings play their part. Don't hold the fury burning bright. Weave

Jan 31
Time Machines Existed
By Melissa Molina — If only time machines existed so I could go back and speak with my younger self. A lot of sci-fi movies warn of the


Jan 28
The Love of Words
By Leslie Fiering — You loved words. You loved reading them, writing them or using them to teach. Whether you passed that love on to me


Jan 25
Boy Scout Cookies
By Peter Mladinic — “I’m selling cookies for the Boy Scouts,” you say, thinking, because my sister’s eyes in the photo suggested this is


Jan 22
A Silent Conversation: Ice Cream in the Sun
By Liz Roddin — The pint of ice cream was getting low, and we still hadn’t spoken. As I spooned, I looked at his downcast eyes and decided I


Jan 19
DEATH WALKS BESIDE ME
By Kathleen Poncher — Death walks beside me on majestic mountain trails and in murky hospital halls. I see you in ritual civility and


Jan 15
The amaranthine fairy
By Paweł Markiewicz — You are autumn fantasy, born from oak. Like rain of demand you fill chivalry. Stars of non-destruction need your


Jan 13
How to Visit El Sueño Americano: The American Dream/artist Tom Kiefer
By Barbara Simmons — Don’t read the curator’s words. They are only commentaries next to the heart of the matter. Instead, stand before the

Jan 11
“Questions”
By Christina E. Petrides — Did you end up like your dad? Spending evenings staring blankly at a television, nonspeaking at dinner, blending


Jan 8
HOW TO KNOW IF SOMEONE LOVES YOU?
By David James — You may find someone staring at you when you glance up from washing dishes, and they smile. They may bring you a hot tea


Jan 5
I have forgotten what touch is.
By Cerid Jones — I've forgotten what touch is. Lost in the long strides between reaching for things I'm never sure I've ever held.


Jan 2
My Dear Angel of The Internet
By H.L. Dowless — My angel of the internet, she lives among the wires. I endeavor to move as close to her as I can get. I type the keypad


Dec 30, 2024
Living in the Land of I Don’t Know
By Lulu Logan — Living in the land of I don’t know, waiting for direction for which way to go. Waiting for the voice of the One who will


Dec 27, 2024
Beautiful Small Things
By Dr. Balesh Jindal — Frayed and fretting, chafed and chiipped, gnawed over, till agony smirked all over. Spreadeagled, I lay soaked in


Dec 24, 2024
The Humble Janitor
By Danny P. Barbare — Humble, says the janitor no matter how less or more, rich or poor, a broom in one hand or rather a mop wealthily


Dec 21, 2024
LESSONS TAUGHT
By Galya Bacheva — Through the haze of my memory, I see bunches of them. Five girls, two boys, another three in the corner. Day in, day out,


Dec 19, 2024
Microaggressions
By Bruce Morton — It begins with one small rub—nettle, thorn, word. Sensitive, we succumb to slightest of slights heard, conjure defenses

Dec 17, 2024
I Am Alone
By Linda Leedy Schneider — I am naked in my own house now. Once I lived on a wide river with a man, my husband of over 50 years. We often
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