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Fred Wilbur wrote a new post 1 day, 7 hours ago
Digging by Linda Parsons Linda Parsons is the 1st place winner of Streetlight’s 2023 Poetry Contest Digging Dirt peppers the sink as I roll palm to palm these golds […]
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Fred Wilbur wrote a new post 1 week, 5 days ago
The Goodness of Contests by Fred Wilbur Life should not be a contest, but it is. This statement seems terribly bleak, “survival of the fittest,” dystopian, shoot-‘em-up violent and down- […]
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Fred Wilbur wrote a new post 2 weeks, 1 day ago
Samadhi and The Genesee River, 2 poems by Victoria Korth Samadhi By day it hides in the bones, disguising its rich scent with worry and talk. At night it falls lightly, dips fingers in water, crosses […]
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Fred Wilbur wrote a new post 1 month ago
say goodbye, without disappearing by B. Luke Wilson your namealways tasteslike a palindrome across my tongue minnowingpond wide words stained red as pomegranate arilsthe sun dies between us […]
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Fred Wilbur wrote a new post 1 month, 1 week ago
Our Fathers by Fred Wilbur My father died twenty-five years ago when I was fifty; a third of my life ago. He was by most measures a good man, and I grieved as a good son […]
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Fred Wilbur wrote a new post 1 month, 1 week ago
Horses by Joseph Mills I know people who know horses They ride them and own them and talk about their different points. They look at a horse in a field or […]
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Fred Wilbur wrote a new post 1 month, 3 weeks ago
Wondering What is Forecast by Rebecca Leet I don’t know why I was singled out, being, as I was, simply sitting at my patio table sipping Earl Gray and scanning AccuWeather for a hint o […]
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Fred Wilbur wrote a new post 2 months ago
Cole Shows Set-up by Molly O’Dell late afternoon on the day before openingcarnival workers prepare their week’s work for the 69th annual Buchanan carnivalRV’s and duallys […]
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Fred Wilbur wrote a new post 2 months, 1 week 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 2 months, 2 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 3 months, 2 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 4 months 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 4 months, 1 week 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 4 months, 2 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 4 months, 3 weeks 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 4 months, 4 weeks 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 5 months, 2 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 5 months, 3 weeks 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 6 months 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 7 months 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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