Sure to Glisten by Ashley Taylor The vermillion sun salts our mouths, warmth brimming with the sapor of brine. I write on my arm the torrid air a salve for wounds pleasure […]

Mollypops, we called them, stomping
with our small shoes,
heaving them like baseballs,
bursting them green
against the barn wall.
We were children, seeking
to destroy, as children do,
leaving the […]

Is it the nature of desire or
the desire of nature to reveal
how little we have evolved.

Is it the few words of a person or
a person of few words who
commands our attention.

Is it the history of violence […]

……………………………………………………………Inspired by, “What’s Broken,”
………………………………………………………………………………….Dorianne Laux […]

What an impressive turnout this year! We received such a broad spectrum of poetry this go-round, such an interesting blend of sestinas, free verse, couplets and some that made skilled use of rhyme. As always, I am […]

 
Wall paintings
are for looking at.
Mirrors are not. Mirrors
are puzzles for finding
your way in or out.
Once, I found on my way
a geode thinking itself
an unfertilized egg
thinking itself
to […]

Ocean wind pushes the four of us
with such force that we lean onto each other
perched side-by-side on a pile of rocks –
daughter, mother, daughter and the father
standing behind. The mother’s face cov […]

Heather Street by Jasper Glen I’m standing here on Heather Street Beside empty buildings that used to be the RCMP’s. A lot now owned by the government, leased To the film ind […]

Mountains Fall Away

When there is nothing left to say
I will stare out to limestone cliffs
risen from salt, the hawk’s sway
born of an old sea’s shimmy and drift

of continents. I’ll know my grand […]

A soldier brings his torn field jacket
to her
“So much blown to pieces,” he says.
She carries the heavy scent of tobacco
and you can almost see the charred buildings in her eyes like gra […]

Masterpieces are hard,
manifestos, conversation
pieces are easy. Here’s
a woman who does sculptures
of babies popping out of
toasters, the whole thing
drenched in a combination
of blue and yellow p […]

This is the place that emptied
my father, sucking him
through the tunnel of its straw.
Four days into a farewell
visit, I’ve overdosed
on sunlight, rousing the insomniac within.
The grass is g […]

Stories by Sharon Ackerman I Like the Story Of the watch my father gave my mother how it stopped whenever they fought, except that is not the full story, the whole one. In […]

Journey by Billie Hinton …………Perhaps when the boy built the elaborate scaffolding between sand trays in his first therapy session he was building bridges from me to […]

Meeting Myself on My Morning Walk

…..a long look up
into branches I’ll see him,
………………his blond hair
in a butch I wore more
than fifty years ago.

………..Where wind currents swell
every […]

Moreover, you must walk like a camel, which is said to be the only beast which ruminates when walking.–Henry David Thoreau, “Walking,” 1861

Solvitur Ambulando. Since Wordsworth logged his 175,00 […]

Luisa M. Giulianetti is the 3rd place winner of Streetlight’s 2021 Poetry Contest

The Pepper Jar
…………………………..for Dad
Guided by the moon, you germinate
seeds. Transplanting infant […]

Victoria Korth is the 2nd place winner of Streetlight’s 2021 Poetry Contest

Treatment Team
Found lying in a parking lot
on Union Street, close to the shelter

where she’d been in flight
from a husband w […]

Gina Malone is the 1st place winner of Streetlight’s 2021 Poetry Contest

Why My Father Cannot Lay a Stone Wall
Nearly eighty now he drags out the soft
middles of words when he plunders his past,
sweeping […]

As the East’s Songbird Epidemic Fades, the Cause Remains Unknown
………………….—Audubon Magazine, September, 2021

Fifty thousand starlings swoop
above the marshes, wings drum in unis […]