Photo Story: Wilt
Cheryl SnellThe kitchen window framed the panorama of our dailiness: the kiss of tea to tongue, seasons pouring down against the glass.
Photo Story: Blocked Heart Chakra
Nin TimbersGo ahead. Use a knife, or your hands. Split her open. Take whatever you need.
Photo Story: Talismans
Mary Jo McLaughlinHe filled his arms with her clothing. Dresses, flowing summer pastels and autumn jewel-tones, still on their hangers.
Photo Story: Manning the Tollbooth
Jon MagidsohnWhen she died, the cancer remained. It floated around me like steam from a boiling kettle. It nosed its way between the pages of my book and under my pillow.
Photo Story: Sprinklers in the Rain
Cheryl SnellHe set the sprinklers going the first week he moved in, as if he didn’t believe the grass would grow otherwise, so I wondered why he kept the schedule long after the lawn became mature—until the night when I saw the rain pouring down on his sprinklers while they helicoptered inside the deluge....
Photo Story: Salinity
Emily RiversMe: beach baby, child of coastal hippies, freckles constellating my shoulders from May to September. A Pisces—the superior water sign, my mother says. My best quality mutability, which is tempered by a perpetual desire to escape reality.
Photo Story: What We Have Left
She lived fast drove fast died fast. Our father spent lamplit evenings preserving her, laying pictures and papers to rest in the cabinet, trapping them fluttering so she couldn’t leave us this time.
Photo Story: Are You Proud?
If they perform an autopsy on me, they must cut through all the layers: regalia and suit before exposing the skin and various internal cavities.
Photo Story: Milkshake
The afternoon sun and Lloyd Lovell’s bull-eyed stare were hot on Mandy’s back as she waited for the bus.
Photo Story: A Roadside Daydream
So a distraction became a detour, then a long, dark road to nowhere.
Photo Story: Last Cigarette
She said yes because everyone told her to say no. Now satin-covered tables hold Zen centerpieces built from mysteriously balanced rocks. Some kind of metaphor.
Photo Story: It Must Have Happened That Way
You’ve lived for so long in this place you’ve mistaken it for home...
Photo Story: Good Form
By Andrea Lynn KoohiThe statues remind me of the dads I still mold with play-dough sometimes. How skilled I’ve become with the point of a toothpick, carving kind eyes and crescent moon smiles.
Photo Story: The Violinist
We had two winners to our December 2025 photo prompt: "Play" like by Emily Rivers and "The First Violinist Explains the Uses of Rosin" by Cheryl Snell.
Photo Story: Pressed for Time
Linda Grierson-IrishYesterday, more evacuations. Huddled over dwindling maps of higher ground in her friend Noon’s bobbing kitchen, backs turned to cracked-tooth terraced houses, a lone goose scavenging.
Photo Story: Forecast: Severe Weather
Cheryl SnellLightning lashes the sky like a torturer furious at what he’s become.
Photo Story: When Jimmy Leaves Me Again
By Francine WitteI throw his orphaned clothes into the washer’s gaping mouthhole. I push back words it is wanting to say – oh but he is so beautiful and what about his soft-lip kiss.
Photo Story: Just a Piece of Junk
By Elena ZhangThere’s a tornado knocking on my door. It’s been knocking since two a.m. Since my father drove away in his car.
