The Greatest Year
By Polly Kreisman — Stacks of tomorrow morning’s freshly printed papers lean against a shuttered newsstand, bundled with rope like unopened
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Premier
online
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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Nov 2
Renaissance of Genuine Creativity
By CJ The Tall Poet — Devouring poorly planned adaptations may motivate one’s creativity, the blandness blended well with detachable hearts
Oct 24
The Meaning of Grief
By Emilie Brannan — Here I am talking about how I feel instead of reflecting on my sister, whose life was taken way too early. But I want to
Oct 11
In Interim
By Miriam Brantley — I sit on a bench in a courtyard, shaded by a tree with signs of a dying summer on every side. The mountain tops have
Oct 5
The Box
By Molly Arbuthnott — I carried my box of books and got rather strange looks as it fell from my arms yet again. It all began yesterday when
Sep 27
SUFFICIENT
By Dee Allen — I understand this hatred well. The strong dislike for who's different. Our two people have endured slavery in the past. Then
Sep 8
The Cruelty of the Blue Sky
By Doug Holder — I am frightened by its blue purity. Some say it makes a simple statement. There is indeed a silver lining but it is way
Sep 6
A Moment
By Elijah Silva — In the realm of walks home from my campus to the myriad of apartment complexes directly to the south, a heavily debated
Aug 22
Wednesday morning on the island with friends
By Craig R. Kirchner — Coffee brewing at 6:45 and the ants beat me to the sugar. The size of two pinheads, but there are hundreds, in an
Aug 14
What Smokey Robinson Hears
By Vicki lorio — The summer when I play Motown records at my friend's house, Smokey hears my friend's father say the only good black man is
Jul 31
Women too often can see beauty in everyone else but themselves.
By Amanda Werner — When I notice I am resenting my body for not looking a certain way, I try to remind myself of two women I cared for while
Jul 9
enigma
By Joan McNerney — Shapes of time, our time, pulsing in this labyrinth of today's bizarre maze, leading to confusion as we witness never
Jul 4
Smile
By Sushant Thapa — I can smile with the sun. By the time the moon rises, I can still carry on the game of smiling. The thunder has the light
Jun 23
Tomorrow
By Jennifer Trieckel — The stillness of the day, bright and clean, full of possibilities and opportunities, ignored and broken by a
Jun 6
Shadowing Friendship
By Rajendra Ojha (Nayan) — Friendship cannot be maintained like a nail and a finger by everyone, and cooperation with a living soul is
May 28
CLICK, CLICK, CLICK (The Photographer’s Song)
By Vicki L W Graff — I photograph whatever I see. An insect, a building, a rock or a tree. Nothing escapes the lens through which I see, my
May 19
7 Quips from the Country Club deep in the South
By W.M. Odell — A pestering gold ringed bee finally rests, poolside…buzzing while sipping on a chlorine martini. Egotistic waves trade wind
Apr 28
You All Are Phenomenal
By Oyah Beverly A Scott — I watched in horror as I felt the futility of his movements in my body. I tried to wash the pitcher and forget but
Apr 11
THE COMPOSER
By Anne Whitehouse — Music plays in my head, and I listen. Sounds and rhythms, echoes and vibrations. This is how I move through space, how
Mar 20
let me be
By Kumar Ghimire — Allow me to embrace the innocence of childhood, tasting each fleeting moment, even in the silence of nothingness. Let me
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