I was six
I knew he had a quarter in his pocket
I knew it was mine if when he roared
who is the greatest grandpapa of all
and the silver and Wedgewood china on table shook
and the Irish […]
Streetlight Voices: Short Fiction & Memoir · Erebus by Patrick Christie
Podcast: The threat is getting closer.
A fictional story performed by Joe Guay.
Read the story online: Erebus by Patrick C […]
Monday for Mom was splat day. She was working on splats up until her last few days. We talked about the splatforms a lot in her last few months. About a week ago she asked if I would write a splat about what […]
Fate is read in the routes
of the snails that methodically
spell their own names in the park.
and shiver off of white birch
Alongside an old church,
pigeons storm a sliver
The first year of the pandemic lockdown was the worst for Frankie and PJ. Most of their time was spent worrying about the health of Frankie’s Mom and then PJ’s Mom and then as it turned out all that […]
If you were mine,
I could do such wonderful things.
Oh, the stupid idea
of being a human being
and having to do all that sucking
to stay alive—and then he learns to talk!
Howl into the fierce grizzly i […]
Armen Bacon and Phyllis Brotherton are the 3rd place winners in Streetlight’s 2021 Essay/Memoir Contest
Sheltering-in-place brought out the wannabe gardener in me, a long-time aspiration, with many […]
I cannot separate drawing from writing. Without drawing swallows, I cannot write spring. I am self-taught in art. I am always a student. I observe, I dream and I draw.
I grew up and live in Ankara, Turkey. […]
My brother and I played war in a ditch
near the Ferris Wheel while the carnival barker shouted.
Our games didn’t take precedence over
my wanting to live like a civilized person,
but my father couldn’t aff […]
That’s actually me. I have four kidneys. I joke about it, but with great feeling for what they each signify. Two are native, gifted by my parents. The others are from two donors who saved my life with their o […]
Woodpeckers at it again this morning
boring into the cedar clapboard, fascia,
cove boards too soft with age, too
inviting for the particular family-to-be
of the pileated kind, red crest pure
blazon and I rise […]
As a Tuskegee Airman, the late Leon “Woodie” Spears was one of fewer than 1,000 African-Americans pilots in the U.S. Army Air Corps during World War II. He was among the last cadets to be trained on the gro […]
Melissa Sinclair is the 2nd place winner in Streetlight’s 2021 Essay/Memoir Contest
“Can u go to the parler with me today if u don’t have any plans?”
This text is from my friend Nighat, who is gettin […]
His mother’s words: Be a good boy!
Whatever that meant in 1920.
What did Harry T. Burn know?
He was a man now: 24
Republican Tennessee Representative.
He’d seen her in the kitchen, kerchief
holding bac […]
It will be a year, he says.
The sun behind her covers the barman and his wall of drinkery in rosey light. A ceiling fan stirs fry-oil and lemon around them, but she still feels slick with sweat on her face […]
A proposed 21st Century Federal Writers’ Project introduced in the House of Representatives last month is gaining broad support from literary and writers’ organizations hard hit by the Covid pandemic.
The bil […]
For Marvin Gordon
Thank you, he said when I moved well to the side
to ensure a safe enough social distance for
him to pass, what my ballet teacher did
in those early AIDS years by shaking his head
The old poet who thinks he is young remembers the young poet who used to be wise.
Though I had my suspicions last fall and tried to hope it along this spring, the venerable h […]
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