Stardust Review

Bill Garten I go for a walk in my neighborhood at 2am with the flashlight of insomnia seeing other house lights on - computer and...

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...

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

By Andrea Johnston Matthew’s apartment is underground. The few windows look out into narrow wells sheathed with corrugated steel. If you...

by Sterling Warner Grandma’s funeral had contained its share of theatrics. Each child approached the open casket individually and...

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...

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....

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...

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

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

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...

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...

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

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...

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 While waiting for you, I put my hands in my pockets, heavy with change as if I’m not already different....

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 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...

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,...