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    Bukowski talked about it, the one he threw
    through the window each drunken night
    and it still played, a radio indestructible
    with songs that couldn’t help but bead
    against my forehead. I think of Jo […]

  • I’d met three of the Partons: Randy and Stella at a festival in Georgia when I was a kid and Dolly at a concert, where I snagged backstage passes from a friend who knew one of the backup singers. I recalled my p […]

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    The garden bridge, a subtle arc
    that gathers to its bend
    the mossy stones of either bank,
    and to the water lends

    a stagnant symmetry: the dark
    tunnel above, the sky
    afloat below. A tranquil […]

  • Robert Schultz is the 1st place winner of Streetlight’s 2021 Art Contest

     

    Robert Schultz considers himself a fortunate man. A retired Roanoke College English professor, he still follows his daily work […]

  • Swimming Again to Meet You,
    along some enclosed lane where I pass you
    swimming in the other direction.

    Decades, I swam into changing light
    that guided me to temporary rest—

    So I begin again—

    the lon […]

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    The first place winner of Streetlight’s art contest is Robert Schultz of Salem, Va. Schultz’s work, Specimens of the Plague Year, documents a year in the pandemic with his thoughts, quotes from scho […]

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    We met the ram yesterday. The one we were warned about but had forgotten was loose in the world.

    After the biblical rains, the world felt charged as if pages in time had fallen open. With gaps just w […]

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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 […]

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