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  • 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, 5 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 […]

  • The Engineer
    Boredom ricochets off the hard edge
    of a freight train
    carrying ethanol,
    carrying the wanton thoughts of a man
    gone too long without intimacy.
    A secure living is a railroad job,
    so you don’t u […]

  • I’ve published five books (three nonfiction and two fiction) and there’s so much I wish I would have known before publishing, that I now know through the long, hard road of experience. Whether you’re going the […]

  • “Social distancing during Covid means no hugs.”
    —NBC News

    It was neither part of a protest
    nor a statement to the world.
    I simply put my arms around
    a tall oak and stood in embrace,
    our bodies jux […]

  • He’s in one of my rooms. I pay attention to it now, because his window is closest to the nurses’ station and faces the automatic doors I push my cleaning cart through. I see him as soon as the doors bre […]

  • Our house, built in 1738, stood in the middle of twenty acres of corn field. The hand-fitted Pennsylvania blue-gray fieldstone walls were two feet thick. George Washington used it as an infirmary for his troops […]

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    I’ve had the honor of officiating many weddings over the past two decades. They’ve all been beautiful in their way, but more often than not the vows exchanged have been—naive, to say the least. I know min […]

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    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 […]

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