Boxed Wine and Sad Seasons by Tobi Alfier Because no matter the finery she wears she can’t do anything to shake her past Because she can’t seem to shake her past she’s like a long scar […]

Brimming Over by George Singer For Joanne First snow has hushed the highway, yammer of distant coyotes comes to us as brittle and sharp as icicles dangling from the […]

Reverse Engineering by Fred Wilbur While cleaning out our storage room of old magazines, financial records that might should be in a safe deposit box, worn out bed sheets, and a […]

Stone Circles by Moray McGowan Moray McGowan is the 2nd place winner of Streetlight’s 2026 Poetry Contest The waxwings that stripped our cherry tree’s last crop dropped gu […]

Nine Feet Apart by David I. Hughes David Hughes is the 1st place winner of Streetlight’s 2026 Poetry Contest This is the silence with a fault line. Not a void, but a […]

I tell my wife we are all drawn to sadness by Casey Killingsworth Nothing changes after the year we spend our Sunday mornings offering tea to the homeless in the shadow of the Mission, you know, […]

Prep work by Katherine Gotthardt The last thing I drank was clear. The number of times I’ve had to repeat this reproduces, every anesthesiologist preparing for vomit, I guess. M […]

Looking for Definition by Fred Wilbur   If the misery of our poor be caused not by the laws of nature, but by our institutions, great is our sin. —Charles Darwin,Voyage of the Be […]

Yoga Today by Fred Wilbur   Among the activities of our local Parks and Recreation Department are youth sports (including cheerleading), a genealogy class, bingo, adult […]

Not Unlike Damon and Pythias by Zachary Lundgren A friend once drove out of town so fast he didn’t know if he was headed north or south. He just wanted to make the coast and finally learn how t […]

2026 Poetry Contest Announcement by Fred Wilbur As I read this year’s contest entries, I accumulated a deep appreciation for the humans who invested the thought and energy to create them and who t […]

Bloodless by Martin Vest I don’t want to be eaten by a grizzly, my dad would say every time we were camping. But I wouldn’t want to be here if it weren’t possi […]

The Kestrel Blues by Marjorie Gowdy   He perches      boldlyon the old phone wiredown Canning Factory Road. He sings      killy killy killya violent tune for a falconpainted in col […]

Human Entanglement and Woman, Falling, 2 poems by Karl Meade Human Entanglement After they split the atom, broke our water into hydrogen, and hydrogen, and the oxygen you couldn’t breathe, we and the h […]

The hothouse by D S Maolalai   wondering at marriage; at what it’s really like and what it does to you – like: I know that I do love her but will it dislocate my bone […]

A Block Off Henderson by Chris Dahl   “The deer stood like a blessing, then vanished.” —Jane Hirschfield, “Standing Deer” And this is how it is when I see the two-point, […]

Interests of Old by Fred Wilbur My teacher wife says that one learns by teaching. Of course, a good teacher must have mastery over the material to be taught. Another step of this […]

Accent by Abraham Kedong Ali   I write in an accent interposed by war school closure, hunger and starvation. I write in an accent interposed by the absence of my father, […]

Jasper Johns by Charles Rummelkamp   I read in the paper today was the birthday of the artist Jasper Johns, 95. I didn’t realize he was still alive. I remember him from Art Hi […]

Ode to a Safety Pin by Caryn Mirriam-Goldberg   Genius of oval, ovum, overlap capable of great feats, holding back the waterfall of too much cleavage or in my case, too vast a high […]