'Round Midnight by Terry Huff                                                      for Thelonious Monk I have a table for one at The Five Spot Cafe. Monk is on stage with Miles […]

Stop the Car by Scott Weaver 1842 On a Midwestern tour to drum up support for a second presidential run, Martin Van Buren had the bad fortune of passing through […]

On Writing A Condolence Letter by Trudy Hale I find it hard to write a condolence letter, not a note, but a letter. And three condolence letters wait for me. They sit like black crows on a fence, […]

Playing Mahler at Minus Twenty by Katrin Talbot Windchill, the minor key that blows in with the horns Tremolo, a shimmer of ice, the roads we drive to rehearsal Crunchy German, heftig, […]

Finding Isabella by Sharon Perkins Ackerman It is two weeks past Mother’s Day, late afternoon, when I see a doe on the neighboring pasture. Light slices across the grass from its peach h […]

Space Junk by Claire Scott ……………………………………………..Collision risks are growing every year ……………………………………………..as […]

The Spirit Room by Claire Massey The spirit room is cold, not morgue-cold but goosebump chilly from October on. Maddie zips her hoodie and pulls the under-desk heater dangerously […]

A Confession by Fred Wilbur We usually consider mea culpas as good things, honest actions, purges of guilt, wiping clean the chalk smudged slates (to start again.) We want to […]

It's Not a Madeleine But by Rachel Lutwick Deaner I have always been sensitive to smells and tastes, but this was too much. On a four day getaway with my husband in NYC, the city of my girlhood, I […]

Satellite Dream Dish and Blackberry Picking, 2 poems by Charles Mines Satellite Dream Dish Another dream where I’m in trouble for being naked.And the NSA is scoffing at my latest memoir, Songs for Getting Drunk i […]

Minimalist Photographs by Michael C. Roberts     Michael Roberts describes his delicately conceived photographs as “minimalist.” “Starting last fall,” Roberts remembers, “I wanted […]

Now She Resembles James Dean by Eric Forsbergh   Do you notice anything? Her comment, laid down like a mark. Often I’m the kid caught napping in a class. But not today. She came home wi […]

Ars Poetica by Trudy Hale The forsythia outside my window has given up the brilliant citrus yellow and is fading back to the sticky green leaves. I am trying to hold a dull […]

running like water by Maggie Rue Hess for Caitlin Daughtered with the dogwood’s dirge, we expect love to have seasons, ceaseless in its business of change, inconsistency its o […]

The Art of the Dealer by Eric Lande After lunch, Donald’s art dealer, Regina Slabokoff, entered his office in a state of agitated grace. Donald’s office had a style—a Mojo s […]

Ars Poetica, Forbidden Fruit by Gary Grossman One mile into my daily jog, New Yorker poetry podcast in my ear, hoping for insights and hardware to Sherpa me up poetic Himalayas, and Mary Karr […]

Stolen Summers by Lauren Dunn I’m sweeping up a pile of sand from the hardwood floor. It’s everywhere. Under each throw mat and area rug. In the corners of the room and hiding ben […]

We Have Winning Essays by Susan Shafarzek The annual contest is a big event here at Streetlight’s essay/memoir section. We never know what our invitation is going to bring, but it’s always i […]

The Radiant Reach of Heat by Ken Holland As if to be human is to seek the warmth of another body, ……………………………………………..skin and the course of blood […]

Our Age of Irony by Fred Wilbur What is the color of irony? This may be a silly notion, but we have given color designations to various kinds of writing. Yellow Journalism (today’s C […]