Stardust Review
Literary Magzine within the Stars

Tell me I’m beautiful until I can tell myself, while my green eyes hold scars that match the pink ones in my heart Sticky adhesions in...

I scoured the fields for purple flowers Tulips that were fragrant of the Spring in Colorado I searched for the butterflies that flapped...

In a dearth of mud shrimp, sea bass, and perch, herons pick plumage for parasitic hosts: vagabond ticks screwed into flesh between...

Your self-torn life, drawn to paint. A narrow sunlit wooden room where all a man need do is lie upon his single bed beneath the...

Are you there? Please, clutch those memories of half-forgotten dreams of waves that cradle sparkled sand. Quick, listen closely and...

Fallen clouds Giddy Dizzy A shaken up soda People pushing Hoping for confetti Soft voice like a girl Abuse like artillery Deplorable...

I’m stuck Born pigeon toed With a stutter OCD—hands bleed Life a tripwire I’m a glasshouse to be peeked in Depressed at 16 Given a SSRI...

In the waiting is where I find myself hurting the pain of arthritis attacking my joints at an age way too young for brittle bones...

Made it Just Fine The patio door is unlocked deep in the suburbs and my night door stays locked for a rare, shameful time. I drop myself...

POEM #1

By Miranda Clarity your flakes fall in a flurry meandering their way down from heaven above to frost the world in your cold embrace...

By Jack Westmore — I have eaten the last of the oranges we brought back from Valencia. I did it whilst you slept, tearing piece after...

Ryan Rahman On this interstellar journey Through the infinite cosmos Regret comes speeding past. Out here in the vast emptiness,...

ULTIMATUM When I said I don't want to be alone That it's not enough just speaking on the phone Somehow I felt your face in my hands, I...

(Southern Celestial Hemisphere) His face aching, emotionless and unflinching, he declared, 'my parents are getting a divorce'. Mother...

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

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...

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...

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