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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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Dec 20, 2022
Definition of Romantic Love
By Dorothy Dorcine — The intimacy of hearing your voice in the dim lighting of my bedroom. My arms tangled around my pillowcase—I took my
Dec 14, 2022
Deep in the Unmowed Paddock
Kyla St Jaye — My body feels like an episode of hoarders. I’m always hungry. Stacked with debris and loading. Each scrap, bottle top and
Nov 26, 2022
Last flight
By Bhuwan Thapaliya — She is waiting for him, holding a cup of masala memories. Clotheslines hang about in the darkness and there is light
Nov 4, 2022
Missing You
By Linda M. Crate — I am sorry that I wounded you. I didn't want to hurt you. I wasn't brave enough to confront my feelings or process them,
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
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
Aug 2, 2022
If...
By Tamara MC — If he hadn’t stolen my hard drive and then blackmailed me,
we would still be together. If he hadn’t lied about it,
Jun 23, 2022
God, what did you say again?
By Aaron Curry — If only I paid more attention to God and less attention to other sources. I'll stop muzzling your voice. I heard what you
Jun 5, 2022
Taking Action Steps
By Kenya Jones — If only the ideas people have for fixing issues that are negatively impacting communities could be implemented. These days
May 9, 2022
Our bones used to be the same
By Heleana Bakopoulos — Fish, teething filleted fish of yesterday on a bed of blueberries, with purple fingertips and spider legs,
Apr 27, 2022
Injustice - Caroline and Miriam
By Phyllis Evan — 7th grade. I still remember their names. Caroline and Miriam. Caroline’s face was long and narrow, except for her cheek
Apr 7, 2022
IF ONLY MY MOTHER WOULD HAVE LIVED
By Lynn Davidman — If only my mother had lived instead of dying when I was barely thirteen, my life would have been easier in so many ways.
Mar 7, 2022
I have heard her voice
By R. Bremner — I hear her voice at
the strangest times: at work, during a conference all; walking the dog on a bright sunny day; listening
Jan 13, 2022
Shadows
By Simon Perchik — With each kiss your breath presses against this dirt, still warm from shovels emptied one by one, the way this hillside
Jan 1, 2022
UNVEILING MY HEART
By Ojo Olumide Emmanuel — A love poem is like honey conjugal-blessing two pairs of cookies. A broken poem is like a strain. You holla &
Dec 9, 2021
Disappearing
By Kelly Kotewa — My mother is disappearing. This is not the woman who raised me. Her shape is still there taking up space. Her voice is
Nov 2, 2021
Dawn at the Carquinez Strait
By Thomas Piekarski — There is much disclosure of facts about mankind's impending fate, but our human faculties fall short of altering those
Oct 11, 2021
I Should Have Said
By Gerry Grubbs — I should have said How lovely you were last night. I should have said I knew the stars were out because I could see you
Sep 23, 2021
Dear Nana
By Kim Steinberg — For eleven years, you lived on a sadist’s charity. The year was 1918. You were two years old, living in the port city of
Aug 21, 2021
Keeping Cool
By Eric Burgoyne — Fred was washing his new Subaru in the driveway in front of the house. A meteorite crashed down in his backyard before he
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