Joanna Lee is a finalist of Streetlight Magazine’s 2019 Poetry Contest.
 

We found two dead babies on the back granite slab
that serves as a stoop, the same
we salvaged from up home years ago, decaying
in […]

It seemed to me to have been a long time since I devoted serious focus to my creative work—I mean in terms of organizing, keeping track, revising, submitting to journals, compiling a draft manuscript of newer w […]

In retrospect, I must have taken people by surprise, a seven-year-old standing alone on the corner of Cedar and State Street, passing out bumper stickers and campaign buttons for JFK. It was an act of irony and […]

Marco Patitucci is a finalist of Streetlight Magazine’s 2019 Poetry Contest.
 

We measured small steps
as giant leaps
and never felt sameness,
nameless lunar imposters
dancing over the […]

You are quirky in a very classy way. Postcards and trinkets and such. You make it all so interesting.
Unathi to Anita
Dear Debbie,

Is your spirit smiling as I work on my third act? It’s been over ten y […]

Morning hunkered over the house, gray and unyielding, pressing through the spaces between the drawn shade and the window frame. Wes sat on the edge of the bed in underwear and socks, next to a […]

Alina Stefanescu is a finalist of Streetlight Magazine’s 2019 Poetry Contest.
 

In my terror-hemmed flesh. The
wince against their raised voices of
desperate sirens, careful guarding
of pulse from […]

In 1982, when I lived in the San Francisco Bay Area, I became what most movie-goers would call an extra, or what the movie business objectifies as “background.” I was in at least four movies, three of them big rel […]

AND YOU, DO YOU LOVE TOO?
I said

I think I said

I must have said

don’t cross

did I know

should I have known

did I email, call, text

stay on the sidewalk

he was far away

was h […]

I never thought that by agreeing to teach a class in anthropological fieldwork I would soon be expected to be a spiritual healer. I should never have agreed to teach the class. I had never done fieldwork, so I had […]

Brass soldiers line up
and pitch to his tune.
Piano man rules the room.
Hot, not sweet,
the band chases the beat.
Strings of guitars
slice the air into bars
and a velvety sax
swings for a splash
while […]

Podcast: Left at home.

A short story performed by Joe Guay.

Read the story online: Diluted by Jaime Balboa

Artist Jane Skafte has designs on our natural environment.

She illustrates her deep concerns for climate change with research, conscience and talent that subtly reveals devastation from the ground up.

“I a […]

New England is fertile ground for any photographer, and I enjoy drawing from this environment. I’ve long had a love of taking pictures. There’s the heft of a camera, the frustrating magic of lens, ligh […]

As I pass the willow-lined pond,
the wheels on my bike click over new cement cracks
from the toll of winter’s thaw.
How is it that not much has changed?
The arms of the same cedars droop over the same s […]

All my life I’ve gotten into random conversations with people where the subject of our life trajectories comes up, and I always end up feeling kind of weird. This past weekend I hung out with a friend who told m […]

When that technician pointed out two heartbeats and two precious teensy penises on the screen, I was over the moon. Buddy leaned over and kissed me and cried real quiet-like, like he wasn’t actually crying, b […]

For Steve Gray, in Sarasota
The pine tops burn orange,
loud and strange: a train screaming on
burning tracks into the full moon.
The moon flutes sunlight to my upturned eyes:
I am as unable as the stars to […]

So delicious—this light, this air, this time, my time, because I have constructed a solitary life in order to free up time to write. Ice chatters in cool, stevia-sugared lime juice; I look out through the window a […]