Transference by MaryLewis Meador   Lucy and Henry are not an unusual couple. They forgive slights, hold some grudges, and share hilarity at mispronunciations, bad teeth, and […]

Digging by Linda Parsons Linda Parsons is the 1st place winner of Streetlight’s 2023 Poetry Contest Digging Dirt peppers the sink as I roll palm to palm these golds […]

A Leg in the Darkness by Alex Joyner When the leg appeared out of the darkness, flung over the gate of the neighboring corral, I was howling along with Emmylou Harris. “Beneath Still W […]

O TANGERINE by Christina Hauck Buying one I thought of my mother, dead three months. How she loved the easy peel, the seediness! Long ago on Christmas morning I discovered A […]

The View by Kay Rae Chomic Streetlight Voices: Short Fiction & Memoir · The View by Kay Rae   Podcast: “The View” is a short fiction about self sabotage. A fictional s […]

The Goodness of Contests by Fred Wilbur Life should not be a contest, but it is. This statement seems terribly bleak, “survival of the fittest,” dystopian, shoot-‘em-up violent and down- […]

Angels by Margarita Meyendorf We were a half-hour drive from our destination and already thinking of the cool lake we were going to jump into and the scrumptious lunch we had […]

Samadhi and The Genesee River, 2 poems by Victoria Korth Samadhi By day it hides in the bones, disguising its rich scent with worry and talk. At night it falls lightly, dips fingers in water, crosses […]

The Photographs of Christopher Woods                         I have always been interested in visual art. In fact, years ago my wife, Linda, and I owned a small art gallery. Bu […]

MAISON MAGIQUE by Deborah M. Prum   I have a five-year-old grandchild who lives in Paris. Recently, she informed me that when she plays tag at her schoolyard, to avoid becoming […]

You Must Pay The Rent by Marijean Oldham The kitchen is new to her, its wide granite island, so big you could autopsy a moose on it. More cabinet space than she’d had in all her p […]

Lent by Sharon Ackerman The word Lent derives from an Old English word meaning ‘lengthen.’ Or more precisely, it comes from the Middle English word lente which means spr […]

We Were Bag People and Lament for my Late Cousin While Feeding the Dog, 2 poems by Marianne Worthington We Were Bag People Life is no knock-off handbag, no purse ordinary as any K-Mart pocketbook. No. Worse. Life is a brown paper bag, plainest […]

A Change of Scenery by Emily Littlewood I’ve been having trouble reading lately. Actually, for the last few years. I can’t seem to sit down with a book and focus on it long enough to get thr […]

say goodbye, without disappearing by B. Luke Wilson your namealways tasteslike a palindrome across my tongue minnowingpond wide words      stained red as pomegranate arilsthe sun dies between us […]

Our Fathers by Fred Wilbur My father died twenty-five years ago when I was fifty; a third of my life ago. He was by most measures a good man, and I grieved as a good son […]

Horses by Joseph Mills I know people who know horses They ride them and own them and talk about their different points. They look at a horse in a field or […]

Cinzano by Michael Paul Hogan   The silence had lengthened to the point where it was awkward. The young man said, “Have you noticed? Ours is a Cinzano umbrella, but al […]

Weeds Don’t Weep but Gardeners Do. by Nancy Halgren Diligent was the only word that could be applied to my father’s pursuit of dandelions in our front yard. Clearly Iremember him in his worn work b […]