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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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Jun 3, 2024
Stigma
By Brighid Aime — Stigma is a force in much need of recourse, drawn by the masses, carried through systems and classes. Sensitive. Soulful.


Mar 7, 2024
Second Skin
By M. Brady — As I was driving to my first audition to play bass guitar in an indie rock band, the iconic song by The Byrds, “So You Want to

Oct 18, 2023
Bring them back
By Yulia Tseytlin — They say a picture is worth a thousand words. But I won’t show you any — you’ve seen them already. No? Google Nir Oz.


Sep 3, 2023
WE DO THESE THINGS
By Vicki L W Graff — How many times do we curl our hair when we'd rather leave it straight? How many times do we shave our hair when we'd


Apr 11, 2023
A good man
By Oye Scott — Two of my good girlfriends are dying. As I sit looking out the window watching the birds, squirrels and deer negotiate the


Feb 25, 2023
Until we can be who we are
By Clara Berut-Lhopital — I cannot continue to imagine a world where only some people are deserving of humanity, love and happiness.


Jan 6, 2023
My TONGUE IS ALL I HAVE GOT
By Oteeyho Iro — I did not know
it's hellish to live on the other end of the gun, always on the target board,
that surviving is another


Dec 17, 2022
They won't hear you
By Daun M. Wright — A life is in turmoil, cries for help in the deafening silence of the ignorance of others, in the avoidance of those in

Nov 28, 2022
Drag Show
By Debbie Cutler — He came out as a man to perform in front of a crowd of those seeking inclusion all eyes upon him in his plain jeans and


Oct 28, 2022
ROCK, RIVER, RAIL
By Sonali Gupta — Rock, River, Rail, On thy dry red soil, O Mother! And I would that my palm could feel the bareness arises within. O, well


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


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


Jun 29, 2022
Insoluble Mirage
By Thomas Piekarski — He handed over a brain of clay then left me sitting on a field of pink flame plenty teary. What meretricious waves


May 22, 2022
If I knew then …
By Madge Kaplan — The woman at the typewriter, lost in thought, doesn’t know (or doesn’t care) that setting herself up in the front yard to


Apr 23, 2022
Mexico's Missing Dead
By Hector Rodriguez — Hundreds of thousands have been murdered. Men, women young and old vanish. Drug cartels are merciless. Interference in


Mar 30, 2022
Until You Are Prosecuted
By Hanan Kholoussy — How insecure must you be to gang up on her and take turns on her after you drugged her repeatedly. For despite all your


Feb 21, 2022
Aesthetic Criteria
Santana Kamal — You can find murder ugly, but what if it saves you? An arc of abuse by precedented year - you turn into a beautiful monster.

Dec 6, 2021
“Freedom Shadows” for Ahmaud Arbery
By Celucien Joseph — If freedom were a color, what will be its preference? Will it be brown, black, white, ultraviolet, or no color?

Nov 26, 2021
Rather an Intermediate State
By Laszlo Aranyi (Frater Azmon) — In the doorway, the town dogcatcher, "Dogie" utters: "Gentlemen, I have told you before, you could learn

Oct 5, 2021
Yahrzeit
ByJeremy Nathan Marks — I discover that in his foresight he has paid for bulbs for my father my mother, my sister, and me. He tells me had I
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