Gary Beaumier is the 1st place winner of Streetlight Magazine’s 2019 Poetry Contest.
Night Train to Paris
Our aged bodies
surrender to the sway
and lurch of the train
as we have passed through
the long […]

National Poetry Month Daily Blog with Poem

Revising a draft, for me, means returning to the poem from several perspectives. I might change the speaker from first person to second or third person, or change the […]

It is the reach and sweep
of the horizon
that seduces the eye
the darker folds of clouds
the insinuation
of rose just above the water
a breeze moist and warm
like the touch of first love

a boat […]

“You can get a wax.” She rubs the stubbly black fuzz on my calves, nodding. “A little long.”

“Yeah, I know. It’s been cold.” I feel the need to defend myself to the woman painting my toenails. Suddenly my m […]

I grew up in Southern California with a darkroom in my garage. My father, grandfather and great-grandfather were all photographers. As a child I didn’t spend much time with photography, even though I wa […]

Podcast: Who is inside the front line fighting a disease?

A short story performed by Joe Guay.

Read the story online: The War by Carla Myers

Sunshine at last, & the woodland walks dappled with it.
On a patch-speckled side-path skirting a pond,
an immense tortoise, sunning itself.
Sshh, she said, as if they had been talking too loudly, or at all,
& […]

Body painted women. Haitian orphans. Black Elvis. Models for hip-hop and Votre Nom. The homeless. A budding coquette in the summer sun.

These are but a few of the fascinating faces caught in telling […]

By and large, the biggest problem I run into with struggling authors is the challenge they have around marketing themselves. I hear a lot of different reasons for this: “I’m too introverted.” “I hate anythin […]

If a piece of artwork could express itself in words, what would it say? This was the question I pondered while visiting Time Lapse, an art faculty show at Chadron State College (CSC) in Chadron, Nebraska several […]

My Bride Face
Families from far apart met in Sengen Shrine.

I didn’t know the ritual;
reciting words, in heavy gold
kimono, geisha-face and geta.
I wore a wooden wig.

Later, in ivory and tiara, I sang k […]

Writing Small When There Is No Time to Write Big: The Goldilocks Approach to Getting Writing Done
I was back from the James River Writers Conference in Richmond when I realized I was dealing with an uncomfortable […]

Sometimes I wonder whether tomatoes feel the slice of my blade,
whether carrots feel ignored as they languish in the fridge.
I plan a pot roast to make them feel useful, then wonder
whether they fear the slow […]

The Story & Clark piano with its warm, reddish brown finish looked nice in the living room and probably improved the appearance of our home. The problem was that none of us played the piano. So my parents decided […]

Tired of bars and discos where I met men who drank and were in search of easy women, horrified by the scary men I met at church singles groups, I decided to be bold and placed a personal ad in the newspaper. […]