Visual Prompt : What’s the Story?

Everything Comes in 3’s: Visual Prompts from Helen: A Literary Magazine. Write a story, scene, poem, or narrative sparked by three images.

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CLASSIC SERIES: Carl Sandburg

featuring Carl Sandburg’s “Follies”

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FNS: Bold by Ingi House

Every Friday night we feature a short story, essay, personal narrative, poem,
spoken word, or short film for your enjoyment.

Tonight’s poem is from Ingi House


I am a ghost pepper
simmering in your soup,
with leaks and carrots

Mixing with last night’s pot roast
and old potatoes.

Until all you sense is my spicy heat,
overwhelming the tamer tastes.

Grasping for the milk,
then gulping it down
to exterminate the flame.

You curse and shout,
then reach back in
craving another burn.


Ingi House is an archivist and has written on archival topics. She has published poetry in RMB Journal, Dual Coast and NOUS. Originally from the Midwest, she is trying out both coasts to see which one is best. She loves words and hope they love her back. Contact her on Twitter @IngiHouse.

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Visual Prompt : What’s the Story?

Everything Comes in 3’s: Visual Prompts from Helen: A Literary Magazine. Write a story, scene, poem, or narrative sparked by three images.

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CLASSIC SERIES: Amy Lowell

featuring Amy Lowell’s “Grotesque”

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FNS: Predisposed by Sarah Cooper

Every Friday night we feature a short story, essay, personal narrative, poem,
spoken word, or short film for your enjoyment.

Tonight’s poem is from Sarah Cooper


“It is so hard when someone sees something you do not want them to see.” –Mora,
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She labors acres: butterbeans, watermelon, potatoes,
corn, tomatoes, cucumber, okra, peaches,

blueberries, zucchini, squash, apples, muscadines, pumpkin, turnips, radishes, wax beans, collards, kale and cabbage.

She has harvested, preserved, and canned
for eighty-eight years (fifty-five on this land.)

Today my grandmother sits on a taupe sofa, near a woman
who pats her knee, smiles before her punch lines.

They chuckle over a morning spent trout fishing
lines spooled over the Chattooga River, packs of crackers

misplaced in currents, river rocks still in their pockets.
I want to know if they kiss. Do they grasp hands, wedding bands

years removed, fingers curled
like fern tendrils, just brushed. Do they cry:

their husbands, decades gone? Is that why
they cling together? How do they hold each other

when the labor is over, when lines have been reeled?
I want to know they are becoming. Is this a queerness

I have always been? I want her there: fold my hand
in her lap, eyes forward, fingertips caressing my knuckles.


Sarah Cooper is a native of South Carolina. She earned her MA from Purdue University and MFA from Converse College where she was mentored by Denise Duhamel. Her poems have appeared in numerous anthologies and journals including Sun Star Review, Sling Magazine and Cahaba Literary Review. Currently she teaches at Clemson University, lives with an orange cat and writes poems on front porches.

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Visual Prompt : What’s the Story?

Everything Comes in 3’s: Visual Prompts from Helen: A Literary Magazine. Write a story, scene, poem, or narrative sparked by three images.

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CLASSIC SERIES: William Brooks

featuring William Brooks’ “My Garden with Walls”

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FNS: Villanelle for America in the 21st Century by Autumn Widdoes

Every Friday night we feature a short story, essay, personal narrative, poem,
spoken word, or short film for your enjoyment.

Tonight’s poem from is from Autumn Widdoes


We wind the darkest threads around the day.
And pull ourselves into fear’s wooly arguments.
We perform the fool in a thousand death morality play.

When reality is nothing but a magician in grey
whose language is a tricky pattern of meaningful nonsense,
we wind the darkest threads around the day.

The world sits on a small ridge of an animal’s vertebrae,
Time is a (in)tended landscape carved into happenstance;
we perform the fool in a thousand death morality play.

Lives unmoored under endless battles sway.
Love crumbling under the gold pillars of great expense.
We wind the darkest threads around the day.

Greed has built inside us a monument to which we pray,
Fueling the production of drone-violence.
We perform the fool in a thousand death morality play.

Everything we’ve allowed will come to ricochet,
Freedoms slipping away in monumental increments.
We wind the darkest threads around the day.
We perform the fool in a thousand death morality play.


Autumn Widdoes is a poet, playwright, and video/performance artist. Her poetry has been published by Magma, White Stag, Words Dance and Fourth & Sycamore. Autumn is currently studying Creative Writing at UNLV. www.autumnwiddoes.com

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Visual Prompt : What’s the Story?

Everything Comes in 3’s: Visual Prompts from Helen: A Literary Magazine. Write a story, scene, poem, or narrative sparked by three images.

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