We wrap our arms around one another like yesterday's dry seaweed on little weathered sticks. We give way to each other like salt sand crumbling. Guilt, bittersweet briny blue, laps at our chests like waves we cannot stop.
In the hot-garbage haze of a New York summer, a woman in powder blue chiffon shifts against a floral sheet. Sweat tingles down her temple, red fingernails itch the reachable space between freckles on her lower back. It isn't easy for her to fall sleep: the weight of her husband's hand on her hip pressures... Continue Reading →
Post college creative writing classes, I am struggling to produce new material. How have you cultivated a daily writing practice? What inspires you to write? Any prompts you can share?
I don’t know what it is about springtime but it makes me want to stand still—all blue sky, fresh-cut flowers on the sill, toes dipped in mud. In springtime, it's all too easy to look outside through the doorway and see my life unfold with him; a wedding in the garden, the soft top of... Continue Reading →
Spring is finally here, and thankfully so. This week's prompt asks you to consider the life blossoming around you: a flower, the grass, an animal, for example. It is, of course, important to consider not only the inanimate objects around us, but those that, beside us, spring forth with life. Describe your chosen object and... Continue Reading →
A black satin dress that was once my grandmother's hangs in my closet. It's wrinkled at the edges, but soft and firm, a silver zipper lining the center of its back. When my grandmother passed, we wrapped her in russet taffeta and put marigolds in her hair. But I like to picture her life: all... Continue Reading →
Despite the perennial desire to find myself in the heat of summer and free of the binding nature of clothing, clothes are, of course, an imperative to life in society. They serve a variety of purposes––as decoration, warmth or protection. Clothes, in some sense, are inherently a facet in all of our lives. This week's... Continue Reading →
At four in the afternoon, all shops close in Spanish cities. Abuelitas click back the locks of their delis, men in ties close the doors of their vermouth bars while lighting a cigarette, and the city pauses. Except for the buses that continuously rumble, crossing painted pavement and cobblestone, rushing past the beach and through... Continue Reading →
This week's prompt asks you to consider an object of transportation—a car, a train, a bus, a plane, a bicycle (ect.). How do you get where you are going, or where you went? Why are you headed in that direction? It may help to begin with the details of the object itself—what color is it,... Continue Reading →
A clock hangs above our bed. Its face is faded, the burgundy frame cracked at four and nine. The two hands click through the hours whether we’re checking them or not; they pass over each other, then inevitably round farther away. We found it at an antique store two years ago, our hearts and our... Continue Reading →