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Fred Wilbur wrote a new post 2 years, 6 months ago
Submissions for the annual Streetlight Magazine Poetry Award are open and I want to encourage participation from everyone, those new to our magazine as well as regular readers. The closing date for this […]
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Fred Wilbur wrote a new post 2 years, 7 months ago
Sneerwise, I’ve seen better
Dearborn, without the metal
I’d go on to abort you like any other paperweight hitchhiking across my belly
and just that fast
Grace Kelly has figured out the new mat […] -
Fred Wilbur wrote a new post 2 years, 7 months ago
This summer, I have performed two activities that strangely seem similar: shredding dozens of family documents and serving as a screener for a poetry manuscript contest.
Many of our older readers […]
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Fred Wilbur wrote a new post 2 years, 7 months ago
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nor does it constitute any promise, guarantee or warranty.
Cannot be combined with other offers.Void where […]
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Fred Wilbur wrote a new post 2 years, 8 months ago
She was a day past presence, riding
the jagged breath below the surface
of consciousness, and I was running
to make the next plane to Arkansas.
My footsteps parted the ear-splitting
everyday […] -
Fred Wilbur wrote a new post 2 years, 9 months ago
I mix up the names of common furniture pieces
like cupboards and cabinets, closets and shelvesAnd bureaus. And Ursas, both major and minor
Armoires. To know only of […]
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Fred Wilbur wrote a new post 2 years, 9 months ago
Hunting Gems
I don’t comprehend the chemistry of how geodes form
but their creation makes enough sense for my layman mind
to teach an abridged version to my daughter:
Some rocks may look dull, b […] -
Fred Wilbur wrote a new post 2 years, 9 months ago
Little Betrayals
I was six
I knew he had a quarter in his pocket
I knew it was mine if when he roared
who is the greatest grandpapa of all
and the silver and Wedgewood china on table shook
and the Irish […] -
Fred Wilbur wrote a new post 2 years, 9 months ago
Fate is read in the routes
of the snails that methodically
spell their own names in the park.Leaves shrivel
and shiver off of white birch
trees.Alongside an old church,
pigeons storm a sliver
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Fred Wilbur wrote a new post 2 years, 11 months ago
The old poet who thinks he is young remembers the young poet who used to be wise.
Twyford James
Though I had my suspicions last fall and tried to hope it along this spring, the venerable h […]
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Fred Wilbur wrote a new post 2 years, 11 months ago
For my sake
At dawn there are no residues left from last night’s shift.
I offer no sympathy to the crawling hours
of a newborn day.
With fog I travel across the city
to buy a large coffee with half-half c […] -
Fred Wilbur wrote a new post 2 years, 12 months ago
Here Is the Paring Knife, Here Is the Metaphor
to cut the damaged parts away. So bruised and all.
Peeling the flesh of the torturer you become of yourself.
Here is the skin off your hand. The skin off your […] -
Fred Wilbur wrote a new post 3 years ago
Incandescence
Few will understand.
Light bulbs, for heaven’s sake.
But I was awash the night I found
spares waiting to meet my need
and remembered when need
was swallowed by the dark.
My little stash of l […] -
Fred Wilbur wrote a new post 3 years ago
I could have stayed married to David if he
wasn’t so unwaveringly chiseled. If his deceptively supple
face wasn’t so perfectly defined. If Michelangelo could
have given me a dress that was low […] -
Fred Wilbur wrote a new post 3 years ago
In a recent batch of ‘reviews’ from an online magazine, I was struck by the variety of descriptive words used to evaluate the thirty-five or so poems. They ranged from “funny,” “strong,” and “moving” to […]
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Fred Wilbur wrote a new post 3 years, 1 month ago
Susan Muse has earned an Honorable Mention in Streetlight’s 2020 Poetry Contest
Clouds flatten against a gray sky
and cover what had once been the color
of bluebonnets only a moment ago.
Suddenly […]
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Fred Wilbur wrote a new post 3 years, 1 month ago
Wendy Jean MacLean is the 3rd place winner of Streetlight’s 2020 Poetry Contest
Fenced in by the property owner
the beehive hut
of an Irish monk
still stands
as it has for fourteen […] -
Fred Wilbur wrote a new post 3 years, 1 month ago
Charlotte Rea is the 2nd place winner of Streetlight’s 2020 Poetry Contest
So proud you must be, atop
the fence rail, its flat
black the perfect
matte for
your copper.
Your telltale […] -
Fred Wilbur wrote a new post 3 years, 2 months ago
When insomnia provokes my wife or I to walk the footprint of our house, we sometimes end up at our bookroom. Bookroom is an idiosyncratic idiom of our family as my grandparents used the term, logically enough, […]
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Fred Wilbur wrote a new post 3 years, 2 months ago
Susan Muse is the 1st place winner of Streetlight’s 2020 Poetry Contest
Peas are on.
The kitchen smells of fatback
and cornbread rising in a rush of heat from the stove,
unfurling around me like those […] - Load More