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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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Jul 4, 2024
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, 2024
Tomorrow
By Jennifer Trieckel — The stillness of the day, bright and clean, full of possibilities and opportunities, ignored and broken by a


Jun 6, 2024
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, 2024
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, 2024
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, 2024
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, 2024
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, 2024
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


Mar 10, 2024
War paint (A punk song)
By Petra F. Bagnardi — What I'm wearing is not a dress. It's an armor. It's not make-up you glimpse upon my features. It's war paint.


Feb 26, 2024
Tap. Clear. Compute.
By Shalini Singh — Driven by an indomitable spirit, I embarked upon this intellectual odyssey, resolute in my quest to unravel the enigmatic


Feb 22, 2024
Old Redbud
By Darrell Petska — Old Redbud refuses to die. Its bark peels, insects bore at its core, sap-starved branches snap in the wind. Ten years


Jan 28, 2024
He's a Mystery: Ode To Self
By Nkosilathi Moyo — I heard they’re asking, where is he? In the US or the UK? He goes everywhere, like a tree he can sway. Every day,


Jan 22, 2024
My Two Fathers
Helga Gruendler-Schierloh — A slightly faded document brutally revealed to me that the wonderful man who so devotedly took care of me was


Jan 4, 2024
City Smells
Mehreen Ahmed — Dimly lit under the street lamps in an old alley at midnight, a nostalgia wells up. A perceptible city smell tickles the

Dec 12, 2023
Equilibrium
By Eugene Datta — A tangle of leafless branches and twigs across a wire fence,
and through it the winter sky: patches of blue, gray and


Nov 21, 2023
Aren't you glad it’s a girl?
By Evelyn Asher — Grief grabbed me.
Postpartum depression overshadowed societal joy. An arms-length relationship with my mother flashed.


Nov 1, 2023
Mopping
By Zary Fekete — One day my father taught me how to use a mop. The mop was old-fashioned with dozens of tendrils soaked with soapy water.


Oct 25, 2023
New Moon in Cancer
By Nicole Menzzasalma — The path of long time suffering is faulted on the stars of non believers, fictitious foes,
forlorn lovers, and


Oct 12, 2023
No one is excluded from love, including me
By Pavlina Gatikova — Inhale the quote by Thich Nhan Hanh “Because you’re alive, everything’s possible,” which includes abuse, manipulation,


Sep 15, 2023
ENOUGH OF LIFE CUT SHORT ALREADY
By John Grey — He shows me a wall where a man was shot. Rub your fingers across the stone. Feel the holes where they missed. I'm grateful
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