JOY OF LOVE

I have felt the loneliness of the heart. It can only be calmed by the presence of love.

WE WATCHED THE TIRED SUN GO DOWN

...Just now beyond the forest green rim of hills they crouch—

FAMILIAR STREETS

I know these streets their names which run east-west, which stretch north-south...Yet I feel lost...

AUTHOR NOTES

Learn the circumstances and inspirations for and published credits for this month's featured writing.

SUBMISSION GUIDELINES

Readers who write in response to one of the prompts listed each month in “Splintered Glass”, may see their work presented here. Will your writing appear here?

SPLINTERS FOR AUGUST 2025

A wide range of ideas to spark your writing energies for this month.