The Starry Night All the kids I knew in college seemed to have that poster in their dorm room, hung above a desk or bed, staring at it while Stairway to Heaven boomed from cheap speakers. Forget the stars. Look at the little houses with a bit of yellow in the windows, candles perhaps-- and I think of a story I heard, maybe from the Talmud or some rabbi, about how God is ten steps ahead of us, a bit of flickering light in the dark, and as we approach, the light moves onward, a small beacon in the distance, beckoning us. I’d like to think this is true, the way the homes in Starry Night send out little dabs of lightness, a quick flick of the artist’s brush guiding the man or woman or child, tired from a long day, trudging one step then another, hoping to make it home soon, but stopping every now and again to gaze upward at the wild swirls of brilliance lighting up the sky. Valerie Bacharach Valerie Bacharach is currently pursuing her MFA in poetry at Carlow University and is a proud member of the Madwomen in the Attic. Her writing has appeared in publications including Pittsburgh Poetry Review, Pittsburgh Quarterly, The Tishman Review, Topology Magazine, Poetica, The Ekphrastic Review, Public Source, and Talking/Writing. Her first chapbook, Fireweed, was published in August 2018 by Main Street Rag.
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June 2025
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