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Fred Wilbur wrote a new post 5 months, 2 weeks ago
It is Coming to Get Us by Fred Wilbur
Several months ago, a fellow Streetlight editor wrote a Street Talk blog about her frustration with pestering and inappropriate advertising […]
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Fred Wilbur wrote a new post 5 months, 3 weeks ago
Moonburst and Shortcuts, 2 poems by J. R. Solonche
MOONBURST It was wan. It was white. It was sickly white. It was filled to full with white. It was white as a sheet. It saw a ghost. It saw […]
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Fred Wilbur wrote a new post 6 months, 3 weeks ago
The Long Goodbye and Solving for X in a Pandemic, 2 poems by Carlene M. Gadapee
The Long Goodbye The dishes undone, the laundry undone, the checkbook balance impossible to follow or read. Then, the falls. So many falls. It […]
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Fred Wilbur wrote a new post 7 months, 1 week ago
Outside Whole Foods by Eliot Wilson
We always seem to get the red light here, just close enough to Whole Foods to see in while the bus kneels to unfold the ramp that allows the […]
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Fred Wilbur wrote a new post 7 months, 2 weeks ago
In Memoriam of Henry G. Shirley by Brannon O'Brennan
A sky god laments unintended consequences, observing the artery that injects the city with Virginia. Suburban sanguines resigned to short […]
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Fred Wilbur wrote a new post 7 months, 3 weeks ago
An Ending by Adam Day
after Mark Bibbins Rays burrowing in sand like hearing someone typing an endless suicide note […]
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Fred Wilbur wrote a new post 8 months 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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Fred Wilbur wrote a new post 8 months ago
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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Fred Wilbur wrote a new post 8 months, 3 weeks ago
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 9 months 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 9 months, 1 week 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 10 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 10 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 10 months, 4 weeks 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 11 months, 2 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 11 months, 3 weeks 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 1 year 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 1 year 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 1 year 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 1 year, 1 month 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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