Stardust Review

Dian Hathaway I arrive at the beach just as the sun is beginning to set. The powerful, titian red, relentless sun. The sun which I had been away from too lon...

Roger S. Gottlieb “It’s hopeless, isn’t’ it.” Daniel’s face was serious, but also a little childlike, as if he was hoping she could make it all better. “Prob...

By Kristina Rivera Colón The little girl peeked around the curtain and looked at the audience. The adults sat in black velvet chairs, a harsh contrast agains...

The Gates of Hell By John Danenbarger Today, Jessie Cristo had been in such good humor. Before he lost control, he had been driving in his own world and sing...

By Mavis Blake You drive to the clinic alone that day. As usual. You are not required to have a driver if you opt for no sedation for the procedure. During ...

By Charles Davis The river was wide and moving at a brisk clip. Its dark, choppy surface ran past desolate sandy banks suggesting some barren shore. Sad tree...

By: Perle Besserman They should have known they weren’t the gentrifying type. At least the wife should have known, having tried it once before, moving to a s...

By: Amyen Fielding I have not left the apartment in thirteen days. Within these walls there is 700 square feet of refuge. No catcalls, uncapped needles, or m...

By: Brandon Daily Derrick came home from his first day of kindergarten with a bleeding lip, a cut just beside his eyebrow, and the beginnings of a bruise on ...

By: Brandon Daily I dream that my daughter is a fish. Or rather I dream that she is becoming a fish. Each night, in my dreams, another part of her is transfo...