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Fred Wilbur wrote a new post 3 years 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 […] -
Fred Wilbur wrote a new post 3 years 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 […] -
Fred Wilbur wrote a new post 3 years, 1 month 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 […] -
Fred Wilbur wrote a new post 3 years, 1 month 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 […] -
Fred Wilbur wrote a new post 3 years, 1 month 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 […] -
Fred Wilbur wrote a new post 3 years, 1 month 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 […] -
Fred Wilbur wrote a new post 3 years, 2 months 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 […] -
Fred Wilbur wrote a new post 3 years, 2 months ago
Parma, Idaho by Craig Brandis
Mounds of sugar beets under halogen, marooned in pressure […] -
Fred Wilbur wrote a new post 3 years, 3 months ago
Evolution of a History by Fred Wilbur
Unlike my previous writing efforts, I am presently engaged in compiling a history of the local garden club (of all things!) The subject is not one […] -
Fred Wilbur wrote a new post 3 years, 4 months ago
Some Trepidation by Fred Wilbur
I am scheduled for a tri-annual colonoscopy soon and like most people, I buy into the statistics of cancer prevention, though it is not an event […] -
Fred Wilbur wrote a new post 3 years, 4 months ago
Arson by Matt Dhillon
Matt Dhillon is the 3rd place winner of Streetlight’s 2022 Poetry Contest Arson Blistering heat, mother of me. A little gasoline makes the […] -
Fred Wilbur wrote a new post 3 years, 5 months ago
The Sink by Eric Odynocki
Eric Odynocki is the 2nd place winner of Streetlight’s 2022 Poetry Contest The Sink glints like a boneyard, white plates peeking over the rim […] -
Fred Wilbur wrote a new post 3 years, 5 months ago
Appeasement by John Cullen
John Cullen is the 1st place winner of Streetlight’s 2022 Poetry Contest Appeasement Three hundred pounds of pasture mix in the […] -
Fred Wilbur wrote a new post 3 years, 5 months ago
Time Traveling by Bill Glose
Driving switchbacks on Shenandoah’s spine, dipping into valleys and screaming up again, we scorch speed warnings from yellow di […] -
Fred Wilbur wrote a new post 3 years, 5 months ago
A Gull and The Black Birch, 2 poems by J. R. Solonche
A Gull A gull so far from the river circles the parking lot. Its whiteness is lost in this late fall day’s brightness. Its black edges are lost […] -
Fred Wilbur wrote a new post 3 years, 6 months ago
Between the two American holidays of Thanksgiving and Christmas, it seems appropriate to write about one aspect of both: food.
Traditionally the first Thanksgiving was a celebration of a successful, […]

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Fred Wilbur wrote a new post 3 years, 7 months ago
a lot of roadkill lately.
one sign of summer’s
approach. dead foxes—
dead birds especially.
and once, on the main road
driving toward blessington,
an otter—an almost
intact thing, a torso
as thick […]
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Fred Wilbur wrote a new post 3 years, 7 months ago
The sky streams by overhead, a blue tapestry
dappled with puffs of white, each cloud haloedby the sun’s mild gold. The day is at its half-
way point. Soon, the sky will lose its hold on gold,the b […]

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Fred Wilbur wrote a new post 3 years, 8 months ago
the fancy radio my wife gifted
into my simple pickup
has finally dieddespite all manner of punching and twirling,
little instrument won’t rouse,
nor even static startle, and
the bright digital time s […]
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Fred Wilbur wrote a new post 3 years, 9 months ago
I gave up early:
and went to a houseboat
to mourn:both named a beer
and splashed next
to woes about your love
in a bunk of redwood
done messy by stinkbugs.your ad […]

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