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Emily as She Spends Three Consecutive Days in Licking County by Darren C. Demaree

gravel road leading to wooden cross, blue sky
 

Allow me to be a reflection of all of her tastes, including that core piece of her that makes fun of me for not screaming the lyrics of a song about John Deere green. How could I truly love her without owning one pair of Wrangler jeans? It is because I love her I still drive the forty minutes to sit at a field party near a retention pond, where one of her friends, a lawyer now, shoots fireworks over a two-lane highway with multiple decorated crosses for teenagers that couldn’t find the middle lane. … Continue reading Emily as She Spends Three Consecutive Days in Licking County by Darren C. Demaree →

Stone Circles by Moray McGowan

Photo of green hill with rocks, under fog
 

Moray McGowan is the 2nd place winner of Streetlight‘s 2026 Poetry Contest The waxwings that stripped our cherry tree’s last crop dropped guano’d stones in meadows far beyond the sea From the felled tree’s straight and amber grain we carved our firstborn’s crib From glasses perched upon the stump we toasted her first school day We watched her curl up in her fairy dell the roots left as they rotted back into earth, watched her teach her sisters reading and the facts of life she’d learned from books, her gaze on our disasters and her own … Continue reading Stone Circles by Moray McGowan →

Playmaker by Richard H. Kenney, Jr.

Photo of old score board
 

Richard Kenney, Jr. has earned an Honorable Mention in Streetlight‘s 2026 Essay/Memoir Contest “He had a talent for remembering phone numbers and sports statistics.” That was it . . . an obituary’s one-sentence summary of a kid’s life. A kid with a sweet shot and a bucket of promise. A kid trying to find the right touch to life. He is a kid, though, only in my mind. I have not seen him in over forty years. The nine-year-old online obit that I recently stumbled upon said he died at age fifty-five, and that memorial donations … Continue reading Playmaker by Richard H. Kenney, Jr. →

An Artist’s Progress: A Glimpse Into The Art of Lincoln Perry by Deborah McLeod

Painting of multiple people, in front of a building
 

  Lincoln Perry launched Magna Cum Laude from Columbia University’s Department of Art in 1971. Not essentially recognizable to those of us who now know his work, he was painting abstractly at the time, digesting such influences as Mondrian and Klee. Exploring the geometry of color; the relationships and influences of one hue upon another and observing the small important skirmishes that occurred along their fashionably flat margins. Those were all early fascinations of the period for him, that would ultimately leave their subtle mark. The following year Perry joined a commune of fellow artists … Continue reading An Artist’s Progress: A Glimpse Into The Art of Lincoln Perry by Deborah McLeod →

An Interview of Sharon Hostler by Sharon Harrigan


 

Scroll to the end of the interview for excerpt from Making Rounds. In her new memoir, Sharon Hostler writes candidly about her life, both professional and personal. We see her raise two children while also becoming a major force in a new model of patient-centered care. We watch her wrestle not only with the obstacles society imposed on her, but with her own preconceptions. Her insights into how race, gender, and class shaped different people’s medical experiences are fascinating. The memoir takes us from her difficult childhood in Vermont to her against-the-odds career in academic … Continue reading An Interview of Sharon Hostler by Sharon Harrigan →

Spring Gables Wolf Attack by Andrew Friedman

Photo of group of wolves walking in snow
 

I took the cheeseburger out of the bag and started eating it while I walked to my car. Harold was in the parking lot. They were beating his ass again. Chuck and Dave and Brian and maybe Roger and Rick were there too. Harold crouched in the circle, his twiggy arms over his head. Reuben, Chuck called. Give this thing a kick. I gave him a good kick. He was like a bag of mulch with some air stuck in it. I gave Chuck a thumb’s up and finished my burger in my car.   … Continue reading Spring Gables Wolf Attack by Andrew Friedman →