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    In school we learn to lie down
    in the face of Evil from the skies.
    “Take cover,” the first commandment
    during air-raid drills as we duck
    under our desks, then “All clear.”
    No one dares to say t […]

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    Here are things that I have done to avoid writing: chase my recalcitrant dog around the house for an entire afternoon trying to clip his nails, read all the comments on an article I wasn’t even that […]

  • Nancy Ludmerer is the 3rd place winner in Streetlight’s 2021 Flash Fiction Contest

    Before the pandemic, the desk had been his province exclusively since only he worked from home, but in their forced […]

  • Hi, this is my poem.
    Hi, this is my poverty.
    What’s that?
    My poverty.
    The poem and my poverty shake hands.
    Everyone ignores my trauma.
    I go over to my trauma,
    start talking to it.
    It tells m […]

  • Sarah and Anna by Emily Littlewood My sister and I have always loved each other, but we really didn’t like each other until I moved out of the house. During a few of the rare o […]

  • Richard D. Key is the 2nd place winner in Streetlight’s 2021 Flash Fiction Contest

    In this episode of PTGTTS I’ll be talking about Earth, a little planet out at the edge of the galaxy, not to be c […]

  • It was a shower and gone
    quickly. The sky was
    only gray a short time.
    It reminded me of a gray
    fox that I spotted in the
    city when I went to buy
    two pizza slices, the
    unseen people that […]

  • I heard him say it
    dozens of times,
    but the first time I said it
    I laughed out loud.
    Dad never had
    two extra nickels to rub together—
    my parents the king and queen of getting by—
    and, get by the […]

  • Marjory Ruderman is the 1st place winner in Streetlight’s 2021 Flash Fiction Contest

     

    Phoebe was busier than ever, juggling depression and a midlife crisis. She dreamt of favorable circumstances […]

  • It is well into night, and she moves slowly. Her sword pierces the water that slides away like sheets of ice. Bubbles spin into small vortices that carry her forward. She pushes the water, and the water pushes […]

  • Steps and measurements, bullet points of to-dos with creation in mind. Beautiful guidelines meant only to guide. It is here that I begin, here that I write something of worth, something to heal, where I grow again […]

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    Splish! Splash! There’s high drama in the clashes of two wine glasses, martini olives swirling, peppermints spinning in the Schnapps! Watermelon, cherries and tomatoes are sprayed fresh and ready to […]

  • Speeding between the endless fields of corn and beans
    70 . . . 75 . . . “This old junker might make it to 80” . . .
    Some girl who knows the meaning of, uh, ‘Hey hit the highway!’
    I sang it, shouting it, sho […]

  • Mexican-American. Latino/a. Are the hyphens and slashes connecting these forces more like borders or bridges, separating or unifying to the touch? Why can’t I superimpose Mexican and American so that they Rest u […]

  • During the 1970s, I volunteered to answer phones at two different telephone crisis centers, in two different states, one in Ohio and the other in Massachusetts. When we picked up the phones at these centers, my […]

  • Jared lies in bed, propped up by his arms folded behind his head, a two-day stubble peppering his face and neck. One foot dangles off the side of the mattress. Dark, wiry hairs spring out of his leg, exposed […]

  • Listening to Buckthorn
    “Although Wordsworth is [in the opening of
    The Prelude] describing the activity of composing aloud, of
    walking and talking, what the poetry reaches into is the activity of l […]

  • Timing is key.

    I was thirteen when I told my dad that I wanted to learn how to make his special potato salad. He grinned and handed me a knife and a five-pound bag of russet potatoes. “Peel these, and then c […]

  • Trudy wrote a new post 4 years, 4 months ago

    The Twitter world ‘blew-up’ with writers weighing in on the “Bad Art Friend” article in the New York Times in early October (NY Times link below).

    I had sympathized with the kidney donor whose life and letter […]

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    The “rat whisperer,” as he had been jovially described to me by his co-worker who performs my regular pest control service, had been summoned. He was admirably punctual, masked and wearing starched khak […]

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