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Fred Wilbur wrote a new post 6 days, 4 hours ago
2023 Poetry Contest Winners by Fred Wilbur
It is our pleasure to announce the Winners and Honorable Mentions of the annual Streetlight Magazine Poetry Contest. How did we arrive at our […]
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Elegy for a Soldier by Will Hemmer
In the pulsing heat, in the black cathedral of war, the amber-tinted silver of infra-red illuminates a man. Nimble in the moment between the […]
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Writers' Joy by Fred Wilbur
Writers or bloggers who write about writing often express the difficulties of practicing the craft in romantic terms of justification. Maybe not […]
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Fred Wilbur wrote a new post 1 month, 1 week ago
Laundry by Charlie Brice
Fat Auntie Ursal with her coffee-breath, baggy pink house dress, and worried rosary beads would haul a basket of linen to the backyard, pick […]
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Fred Wilbur wrote a new post 1 month, 2 weeks ago
God by Mel Kenne
God must be, I dare now to say, like a cat, with His / Her / Its impertinence and delays in ordering our lives, loves and ways of being […]
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Fred Wilbur wrote a new post 2 months, 1 week ago
grown girl: she thinks of the dead by Liz Femi
it surely is the same wrinkled sky from years ago when i lived in dense forest towns when cold winds chafed Iroko bark like prayers chafe […]
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Fred Wilbur wrote a new post 2 months, 2 weeks ago
Belleville Reformed Church by Josh Humphrey
And if you were that old collection of smudged walls and dusty glass, you would be embarrassed to be caught by the mo […]
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Fred Wilbur wrote a new post 3 months ago
Beech Tattoos by Ned Kraft
Father Fagus Grandifolia, silver grey with muscled shoulders fingers traced across the soil like a hawk’s nest suturing the slope. Beech t […]
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Fred Wilbur wrote a new post 3 months, 3 weeks ago
Air is Wind is Song by Fred Wilbur
As a child, when did you first become aware of air? It was probably as its manifestation in the mysterious force of wind. Indeed, we all have […]
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Fred Wilbur wrote a new post 4 months ago
Desire by Molly McKaughan
I sit at the bar at Café Un, Deux, Trois on West 43rd and cross my legs and swivel toward the room glass of wine in hand nylons […]
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Fred Wilbur wrote a new post 4 months, 1 week ago
Reaching Out by Fred Wilbur
Among rural Piedmont foothills, coves of the gentle Blue Ridge Mountains, is where I live. There is no incorporated town in the county; the […]
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Fred Wilbur wrote a new post 4 months, 4 weeks ago
Dismantling Bethlehem by Sam Barbee
After-Xmas industry. In neighborhoods, crisp cedars and spruce pines hyphenate curbs. A pasture fronts the orphanage, tempers grid of brick […]
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Fred Wilbur wrote a new post 5 months ago
Rembrandt Etchings by Frederick Pollack
From however far away, detail. The lovers, almost fully clothed, amid bushes, her round blonde face delighted, hopeful. The r […]
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Fred Wilbur wrote a new post 5 months, 1 week ago
Monosyllabic by J. R. Solonche
The best ones are the small ones, those you need to hold in your hand two or three at a time, those you need to feel for size, and shape, and […]
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Fred Wilbur wrote a new post 5 months, 2 weeks ago
Punding by Eric Forsbergh
It’s working all of us, and all the time. Not just as obvious obsessions with diagnostic names, the car-horn ones you notice corralling s […]
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Fred Wilbur wrote a new post 5 months, 3 weeks ago
Handout by Michael T. Young
A day of forgetting has its price, but a price that can’t be reckoned, because the receipt itself was shoved into a pocket, soaked in the l […]
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Fred Wilbur wrote a new post 6 months ago
Atheist and Not Now, Maybe Not Ever, 2 poems by Claire Rubin Scott
Atheist At seven I stopped believing in Santa after Mary Lou whispered to me betrayed by adults lured into an unreal world I stopped believing […]
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Fred Wilbur wrote a new post 6 months, 2 weeks ago
and yet the moon by Nimisha Mondal
your father is dying on the other side of the world and yet, the moon shines into our bedroom my mother has broken her ankle and can’t walk […]
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Fred Wilbur wrote a new post 6 months, 3 weeks ago
Writing History's Happenstance by Fred Wilbur
During my older sister’s annual visit last fall, three shoe boxes came into the house with her luggage. After the usual greetings and settling i […]
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Fred Wilbur wrote a new post 7 months, 1 week ago
The Owl by Deborrah Corr
From the branch above, half concealed in new oak leaves, silent, the barred owl watches with giant eyes, round as the pool at my feet. Its […]
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