Stardust Review

By Zachery Rahn We go down in Georgia forests deer can’t live in, on all four wheelers we ride until dusk, blow cattails like dandelions. He tells me Don’t s...

By Corbin Wamble It's often said that math is the language that binds the universe, prose the tongue of the common man, poetry merely flashy language to make...

By Melinda Canny I remember my first love. The way his cologne smelled, how his strawberry-blond hair glittered in the sunlight, when it was just slightly da...

By David McAllister he said all it takes is a sprinkle for you to leave this world behind a sprinkle of stardust to explore the stars oh & you have to beli...

By Sara Jhong The year is 1950—my grandfather is thirteen and if he does not make the train in the next seven and a half minutes, he will die. Seven and a ha...

By David McAllister outer space seems always empty when you are an asteroid built with a soul of ice / I drift through blindness never attaching myself to ...

By Carlana Perla What is it about the past that keeps coming to you in the loneliness of dawn? Or in the glimpse of sunlight escaping from a cloud? The embra...

By Alexandra Smereka Prisoner of your murmur, honey, my swollen tongue tingles as I take deep breaths into the sea foam and again once more, float into...

By Alexandra Smereka When words fall like leaves from your lips I know the air is about to grow colder, the shadows longer, our days together shorter. When y...

By Alexandra Smereka If I am made of so much water, why don’t I evaporate under your heated gaze? Drip away until all that is left of me longs to flow into t...

By Alexandra Smereka We’ve done this all before, haven’t we? Spun around the swirling stars in our eyes, the galaxy in your chest, planting planets with ever...

We are the past men We are the present men we are lost men. We are men who lost their merit instead of past and present times. We are the ones who talk post-...

By Stuart Terman Grandmother had a mirror in the bedroom; Once and only once I saw her just pick it up, glance briefly into it and sadly put it down; leaving...

By M. Zaman Poetry or not, vagaries of life will still feel prickly; love or no love, things-that-matter will still be overwhelming; God or no God, life’s jo...

By Cole W. Williams I sunning and swim of a cormorant coven collecting on the banks of spring lake II grandmother / thick corduroy slacks / strong dry hands ...

Abigail Diaz here and then gone, blinding flash of light. when i returned to a silent home of longing, i howled at the moon for her, made it crack in half. i...

By Allen Plone WABI SABI to make this poem simple move it close to nothingness devolving from the word on the page to the reader’s heart burn the paper watch...