Aging Red


It is my pleasure to feature poetry from one of my favorite writers. Her pen bleeds and I cry. Her pen laughs and I chuckle. She’s a friend and an amazing talent. Please enjoy “Aging Red” by C. Streetlights.

“Aging Red”

-C. Streetlights-

These days,

they melt like a Dali

minutes dripp-



the hours

but seconds

pour, pour, pour-


into the days.

I wear age

like I do my lipstick –

bright, bold, and red.

I am red years old.

Age is a number

that deceives like a Seurat,

dots fill-


the years

but moments

beat, beat, beat-

ing the heart.

Red years old (though)

means vibrancy, brightness.

It means passion and spirit.

Someday is gray,

a rejection of color like a Picasso,


Not mine.

Mine smells of memory.

And I remain red years old.


After writing and illustrating her first bestseller in second grade, “The Lovely Unicorn”, C. Streetlights took twenty years to decide if she wanted to continue writing. In the time known as growing up she became a teacher, a wife, and mother. Retired from teaching, C. Streetlights now lives with her family in the mountains along with their dog that eats Kleenex. Her memoir, Tea and Madness, won honorable mention for memoir in the Los Angeles Book Fair (2016) and is available for purchase on Amazon.

Streetlights is represented by Lisa Hagan Books and published by Shadow Teams NYC. For all press interviews and other inquiries, please contact Ms. Hagan directly.

You can connect with C. Streetlights on Twitter, Facebook, Instagram, Pinterest, Amazon Author Central, LinkedIn, and Goodreads.



She Should Have…


 It is my extreme pleasure to bring to you a guest post/poem from Melissa Flickinger about consent, rape culture and blame. Please read comment and share this important piece with others.

“She Should Have…”

-M.L. Flickinger-

She should have known better than to wear that dress.

She was asking for it, looking the way she did.

She should have known better than to go to that party with her friends.

She put herself in a bad situation.

She should have known better than to take that first sip.

She was irresponsible, letting her inhibitions fall.

She should have known that he wanted more than a kiss.

She was asking for it, looking at him the way she did.

He should have known that no means no.

But, boys will be boys.



Aside from having a serious reading addiction Melissa Flickinger enjoys writing (mostly poetry), advocating for mental health and women’s issues. She is a coffee addict and loves all things pumpkin.

She is the founder and owner of Melissa Flick’s Author Services, author assistance and book marketing.

Find her poetry and book marketing articles featured on Feminine Collective andBadRedhead Media.