Stardust Review

Bar-goers called him “The Amish Guy.” He wasn’t but smiled while he shook their drinks and wore the title patrons gave him. I sold cigars...

By Donovan Bridgeman Just outside the university building was a large shed with a bar and pool table. You could get a cheap meal and an...

By R. S. Williams I don’t know anything about Cuba. But I did go to the trouble of asking you what to write about. I know that you love...

By Kristina Gaddy Quilt I enter the Westfriedhof graveyard on a bike. At the former-Gestapo-office-now-museum in Cologne, I had taken...

By Warren Ward “Which German philosophers are you writing about?” The colleague across from me was genuinely interested, a rare...

By Miah Jeffra Life on Mars (after David Bowie) You stand in a space, a no space, gleaming white background light. You wear a powder blue...

By Marcella Hunyadi The night of my dead daughter’s sixteenth birthday, I have a dream. I am a bleeding hawk from the time when hawks...

By: Gloria R. Buckley I sat sipping my sweet girly drink at the Pelican Bend Tiki Bar staring out at the placid water under the...