Prose Poetry
Guts, Mostly
I am thinking about the woman I met, a friend of a friend, who told me how her intestines were removed so her baby could be born.
Upon Learning My Uncle Doug Had Been Married and Divorced Before He Died: A Dialectic
They'll tell you, go to college, but mostly, they don't mean to study; they mean for the M.R.S. degree. They'll tell you, what—you thought it was free?
All This Time Her Bones
Have you come to the part of your life in which you contemplate your mother’s bones?
Thirsty
At his room next morning they said, “He wanted us to tell you he was always thirsty. Now what do you figure that’s about?”
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The Waking is an online literary magazine and a part of the Ruminate creative community that houses high-quality literary writing about what it’s like to be human. We are interested in short-form prose and image-text hybrid work. This art can be beautiful, it can be strange, we just ask that it feels true.