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  • Thank you. Enjoyed your originality.

    R. Elliott

  • It is no easy task to provide a peek into a textured world, with backstory, present and possibility —in only five hundred words. The writers who submitted to our Flash Fiction Contest took on the challenge a […]

  • I bought black flowers today.
    Black Satin petunias.
    And they really are black.
    Like the shadows of petunias.
    My wife says I bought them
    because I’m in love with death.
    I say I bought them b […]

  • Trudy wrote a new post 5 years, 6 months ago

    Absolutely unmixed attention is prayer.
    Simone Weil
    Love is not merely an emotion. It is a meltdown that reestablishes a more unified space of brilliance, goodness, and sadness. This is the real function of love […]

  • Carol Jeffers is an Honorable Mention in Streetlight’s 2020 Essay/Memoir Contest
    “Stephanie wanted you to have her eyes,” her sister Susie said. “Please say you’ll take them.” That was in 2018, the second ti […]

  • Photo by Patrick Tomasso on Unsplash

    Many readers may feel that the disrupting Covid-19 pandemic has changed poetry and more broadly the arts, forever. This may be true as many activities are now on-line and […]

  • The following is a conversation with Karin Cecile Davidson, whose first novel, Sybelia Drive, is being published this fall by Braddock Avenue Books (October 6th).
    Sybelia Drive is a Vietnam-era novel that tells […]

  • The Day His Dad Died
                         for PK

    The phone rings and the news
    swells and pitches like a sleeper
    tossing on his thin mattress
    of goodbyes. Your father
    lay down, jabbed his pale finger
    in […]

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    On walks, I find feathers, seed pods, pieces of wood, leaves, flowers, sticks, papers, plastic and metal things, pieces of glass, strings, all object […]

  • Duck prints score the pond,
    the one out my window,
    the one where an egret
    roosts come spring,
    the one where a blue heron
    fishes in summer,
    the one where nuthatches
    sip drips on the […]

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    Travel has always been important to me. It’s about adventure, experience, and cultures that are different from my own. Cuba intrigued me for all these reasons. In 2018, I felt it would be a fleet […]

  • It’s a common situation. In a closely-knit global community we find ourselves communicating in several languages.

    The best part is that we don’t necessarily need to be conversant in the said lan […]

  • Once a week a Sergeant and a Driver were detailed to take the garbage from the Camp mess hall and dump it at the impromptu garbage dump out on the far end of the runway.

    In a country where much of the rural […]

  • Toward the evening of the night I thought my mother was dying, the aide, who stayed with mom during the day, told me mom had been asleep for twenty-four hours and would not wake up. She sent me a picture of my […]

  • Mary Alice Hostetter is an Honorable Mention in Streetlight Magazine’s 2020 Essay/Memoir Contest
    The first thing I noticed was the sign. My mother and I were driving back from getting corn meal at the mill, and […]

  • First Sonogram
    Seen from your upper
    window, down the block
    at some remove,
    an Edward Hopper black and white
    and grainy through the screen,
    a street lamp’s cone
    shines down. There,
    you notice a f […]

  • When we held our essay/memoir contest last spring, we had such a wealth of wonderful entries, it was very hard to pick the winners. I think we did a good job—certainly the best we could—but in the process we […]

  • There is a perfection
    to the mockingbird’s song
    dropped from a black wire,
    to the white slashes
    of his spread tail feathers
    against this deep, clean blue.
    The choral repertoire
    of his hopes is […]

  • The ascent of the Black Lives Matter movement and the overthrow of apartheid symbols in the Capital of the Confederacy made me think of some of the things I heard when we lived there:
    –The South will rise […]

  • Revolution
    He watches the tail lights of her car
    disappear down the rutted driveway,
    throws a hammer after her
    yells don’t come back

    He turns towards his trailer
    weeds pushing through the metal s […]

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