Submissions for the annual Streetlight Magazine Poetry Award are open and I want to encourage participation from everyone, those new to our magazine as well as regular readers. The closing date for this […]
It was about 2:45 a.m., and Sherin George sat miserably on a ratty sofa in a cabin in rural Uttarakhand State in North India. She was exhausted and wanted nothing more than to lie down and sleep, b […]
On the last day of the world
the children laugh. How
can they know? They pick up
stones, pockmarked, flat,
dap them through rising
waters, their voices
littered with glee.
On the last day of the world
People have lost their minds.
They’re comparing masks to yellow stars and saying vaccine passports are signs of tyranny, refusing to comply as a sign of resistance.
My dog […]
FOR FRIENDS WHO LOST BOTH CHILDREN
………………….God is so omnipresent. . . that God is an angel in an angel,
………………….and a stone in a stone, and a straw in a straw. . […]
I can’t tell if it’s a naturally recurring feature of my post-mastectomy slog, or just another variation of my chronic struggle to feel relevant. Four weeks out from surgery I stare at my screen and write sen […]
Art creation is an organic process for me, where inspiration takes the lead and my hands merely follow. The traditional media in my repertoire includes pen, colored pencil, and acrylic paint. I am also […]
“Pandemonium: Postcards from the Edge“ asks artists to take an ordinary U.S. Mail postcard and paint, draw or mark it in some way. The resulting missives can focus on the political, societal or public health events that have rocked our collective world since March 2020, or they can highlight an artist’s individual practice in isola…[Read more]
Sneerwise, I’ve seen better
Dearborn, without the metal
I’d go on to abort you like any other paperweight hitchhiking across my belly
and just that fast
Grace Kelly has figured out the new mat […]
Do you constantly compare yourself to other writers?
Do you set goals for yourself as a writer and then somehow fall short of them every time?
Do you start new writing practices full of enthusiasm, but then […]
Aunt Maggie laughs with a Marlboro Red clamped between her lips. A metallic party hat sits atop her matted, white hair, fastened with a cheap elastic band under her turkey-wattle chin. Today s […]
you and I bedded down in the canyon
the nine ply of heaven
folded us in rain
the next morning the firewood
smoldered with dew
as you bathed
the stones in the springbed trembled
like flowers seen through […]
This summer, I have performed two activities that strangely seem similar: shredding dozens of family documents and serving as a screener for a poetry manuscript contest.
Many of our older readers […]
I stared at the thick frosting of the cake, dotted with rainbow sprinkles, wondering if this would be what made him sick. I’d messed up the recipe, not realizing that “pasteurized egg whites” were diffe […]
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This is a true story.
After my husband Billy died in June of 2020, his ‘step daughter’ Zoe, a beautiful and vivacious woman of fifty offered her home in Santa Barbara to hold his memorial. We waited until the […]
She was a day past presence, riding
the jagged breath below the surface
of consciousness, and I was running
to make the next plane to Arkansas.
My footsteps parted the ear-splitting
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