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    Can't Sleep
    Bill Garten
    • Feb 11, 2020

    Can't Sleep

    Bill Garten I go for a walk in my neighborhood at 2am with the flashlight of insomnia seeing other house lights on - computer and...
    The Stardust Review
    • Feb 11, 2020

    CRAZY BITCH

    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...
    The Stardust Review
    • Feb 11, 2020

    Baby Doll

    By Kristina Rivera Colón The little girl peeked around the curtain and looked at the audience. The adults sat in black velvet chairs, a...
    Hearts
    Andrea Johnston
    • Dec 26, 2019

    Hearts

    By Andrea Johnston Matthew’s apartment is underground. The few windows look out into narrow wells sheathed with corrugated steel. If you...
    The Stardust Review
    • Dec 26, 2019

    Family Spirit

    by Sterling Warner Grandma’s funeral had contained its share of theatrics. Each child approached the open casket individually and...
    The Stardust Review
    • Dec 8, 2019

    Canto III

    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...
    Ode to the Pulpit
    Zachery Rahn
    • Dec 8, 2019

    Ode to the Pulpit

    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....
    Atlantoaxial
    Mavis Blake
    • Dec 8, 2019

    Atlantoaxial

    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...
    Watching the Moon Explode (Together)
    R. S. Williams
    • Dec 8, 2019

    Watching the Moon Explode (Together)

    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...
    January
    Corbin Wamble
    • Dec 4, 2019

    January

    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...
    First Loves
    Melinda Canny
    • Dec 4, 2019

    First Loves

    By Melinda Canny I remember my first love. The way his cologne smelled, how his strawberry-blond hair glittered in the sunlight, when it...
    Stardust: The Second Story
    David McAllister
    • Dec 4, 2019

    Stardust: The Second Story

    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...
    What Is and What Should Never Be, Letters To New York City
    Sara Jhong
    • Dec 4, 2019

    What Is and What Should Never Be, Letters To New York City

    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...
    LoveStory
    David McAllister
    • Dec 3, 2019

    LoveStory

    By David McAllister outer space seems always empty when you are an asteroid built with a soul of ice / I drift through blindness never...
    Nostalgia Child
    Carlana Perla
    • Dec 3, 2019

    Nostalgia Child

    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...
    On Becoming Strangers
    Alexandra Smereka
    • Dec 3, 2019

    On Becoming Strangers

    By Alexandra Smereka Prisoner of your murmur, honey, my swollen tongue tingles as I take deep breaths into the sea foam and again once...
    Frangible
    The Stardust Review
    • Dec 3, 2019

    Frangible

    By Alexandra Smereka While waiting for you, I put my hands in my pockets, heavy with change as if I’m not already different....
    Daylight Savings Time
    Alexandra Smereka
    • Dec 3, 2019

    Daylight Savings Time

    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...
    Before the flood
    Alexandra Smereka
    • Dec 3, 2019

    Before the flood

    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...
    This Savage Stardust
    Alexandra Smereka
    • Dec 3, 2019

    This Savage Stardust

    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,...
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