Stardust Review
Literary Magzine within the Stars

Sew my nerves to your Pillow case’s creases With memory. Honey, Encase me in Your hand’s cadence, Incase this world’s end Isn’t cascading...

last day on the gulch the cat looked at me and chewed predictable non-response the old war of everything against everyone this is by...

The circus notes of fields , I have read of the Hotel Chelsea , Fine ,   By the intricate beat of tablets rouse ,   An engendered contort...

Aphasia, the quiet thief,  pilfers her words, leaving only  shadows. She grapples to find the fitting,  lost in a void. Her language,...

Curse at the moon. Apologize after getting all the anger, disgust, and hurt out of your system. Hope that the stars will carry your...

you unhook your tether and i drift away   into vast blank space no oxygen to say   the heart is a racecar revving high RPM   i can't feel...

We pose as if already on exhibit, locked in the frame. We are breathless proof—too two dimensional. We are slick with sweat sliding down...

Rex was my birthday dog, an Irish Setter that my parents gave me on my ninth birthday.  I didn’t expect him.  Didn’t know that he was...

If this writing be known by the deceased upon earth and…be written upon his coffin, he shall come forth by day in all the forms of...

And out past them out there right then   the reversals began — Oof!                                         ram-air-sutchra? Yes,...

Sometimes, every once in a while in my fleeting moments of consciousness, I wish I were born a dragonfly. I know nothing of their life...

The Earth’s two greatest beings are kindred kings, exceptions          one grazing without hooves          one breathing without gills...

In our father's house A painting of the Virgin hangs Quiet and lopsided Above the hole where fist met wall. Zach Zajac is a writer/failed...

In 1977, at age 41, I went to India as a WHO consultant to train physicians to survey research on chronic illnesses and disabilities in...

Amber coat my spine, drip into strands of dark brown hair, wash my mind, excavate dark thoughts caught in cobwebs, seep into bone white...

I’ve given up the coffee and the clatter, The newspapers on poles, the measured chatter, Where one receives, upon discreet request, A pen...

can you see that orb sitting atop May’s spiderwort, a mobile moved by midnight slowly slowly, slowly sailing from dusk to sunrise, a...

I have known you Like a mountain knows the sky. Together we are touch and spine And no star has been on fire Nor has a river cried For as...

Blooming star, ancient beacon of beyond, burning years upon centuries ago, shining down and arriving now, soon or sooner to be gone. Soon...

Because the night was cold, we could see more of the stars through the veil of refinery haze and we nestled each other in blankets you...