Stardust Review
Literary Magzine within the Stars

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...

Stromboli Not A Cannoli. A story “Have you ever seen that movie Stromboli?” “Can’t say that I have,” Molly says. Frank tries not to look...

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

by Jared Green William Cheselden's Osteographia (1733) [An Anxiety Attack] I can feel them looking. See them see me. When I close my...

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 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...

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 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...

It was an honor to be chosen.

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...

“I can't stand it; I know you planned it.” - Beastie Boys The old crone was lying prostrate on the cement sidewalk in the backyard when...