GoldDust Magazine

It's time you learn the power & history of Gold

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Two Validations

I remember being a kid and shocking boys at how good I was at dodgeball, football, soccer, and basketball. I remember the joy I felt in my body when I was the first girl to be picked for teams in gym and boys would fight over me because I was the most athletic girl. I […]

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She Was a Star

She was a star A shooting star at that she knew But she knew she had not yet landed and with that came uncertainty. She was a lily pad But also the motor that ripped her up in the lake She was the rain California prayed for And she was the mudslides that came after […]

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Everything Changes

  Everything in our climate changes, yet at the same time nothing does. Just look at me, I’ve started off this sweet little daisy of a girl. Aren’t we all daisies though? I’ve looked at all the outlandish things I’ve done as an almost twenty-three year old woman. I’m unsure if its better I cry […]

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Island of Abandoned Dreams

I live on the island of abandoned dreams. I grew up where others go to forget about their failures and mistakes. This is where I live and not a single soul is happy here. Technically, you’re not supposed to be born here. People are supposed to come here only when they can not make anyone […]

The Feeding

A dusty fan circulated across the room from one end to the other. It’s been a while since Augustus put it to use, so he couldn’t blame the junk for its inability to remember its single duty. Arkansas hasn’t had a summer night like this since he was a child. He lay in his damp […]

Bitten by Bad Nature

  Some blue waves already blacken the oceans. The butterfly on its own wing. The family wolves, With their contributions to a complicated labor. Naked ominous spaces, They too are bitten by bad nature. Waterloo’s smoke of its old war. Carcasses of great trees to sweeten New York’s woods. The private grounds litter women who […]

I Was Lying in the Sun

  I was lying in the sun, Near juniper shrubs and storybook villas. Not enough profit and pleasure in the telling of, The tapping of a cigarette, The brush of bare knees, A long draught of wine, Closing the shutters on balconies, With blinds made of lace at Angel’s Bay. Red watermelon hues. I’ve read […]