GoldDust Magazine

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

Madison Goldbeck

Madison is the creator and founder of GoldDust Magazine. She currently works at TMJ4 News, one of Wisconsin's top news stations. She received a bachelors degree in journalism and creative writing from the University of Wisconsin - Milwaukee in 2018. She has a Siamese cat named Franz, enjoys reading Vladimir Nabokov, and has no known food allergies.

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a home to die for

Things came to this home to die Built on a shaky-foundation near the 405 Earthquake-prone and landslide-endangered Each summer a construction project A retaining wall, erecting pylon A flat roof posed a threat to the collapsing rainstorm-struck ceiling Each winter came an animal to drink from the pool just to fall and drown Things came […]

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apartment near the river

I can’t drive past that old apartment near the river without mourning a past us. The Lincoln leather seats gather my sorrow, replacing memory of prayers begging you to not love me like you did When you lived inside that lithium floor home You loved me differently in December It was cowardly to stay then […]

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blame the puppeteer

You’re like every God I’ve prayed to And now I’m hoping you won’t be swayed If there is blame it is on the puppeteer And now I’m asking you won’t disappear Envy doesn’t look much like excellency And now I beg we guard this destiny Even the felony of jealously And where your errors may […]

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A Description of Life called the Life of Lady Cavendish

  Margaret Cavendish set the world ablaze, provided a description for the new. An empress of society, an English aristocrat. Neither born nor bred, No garden of her own, A posy up, freshly blown at that. Assaulted and pursued, an epistle for heroes. She moved outside the parameters of inquiry to an inland empire. It’s […]

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LIFE, and Death, and Giants

Life we wake into, Move about to, then die. So still, so cool. Till a Giant proclaims a color to wheat, Will we see beyond this red heat. Such as these are still.         In honor of Emily Dickinson’s birthday.

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8-4-7

8-4-7 Or was it 4-7-8 She didn’t remember. Inhale Hold Exhale It didn’t matter. No matter how she did it, It brought her to that place. That place escaped her from unrequited love, A success clock tirelessly ticking, And notions her mind drew up. A wild imagination, That ate her flesh, And threw what was […]

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Gin Star Drinking

Today is for you. Wanna go away? I was thinking Bombay, Gin star drinking, they now say Mumbai. London dry, Wear a white tie, Leave me tongue tied. In the blink of an eye, We’re eating Boston cream pies, On the Fourth of July. This isn’t easy to come by, So overbuy Eau de vie, […]

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Rockefeller

I put on your sweater and chew on the strings and you call, just like you said you would and I’m happy, I mute the tv, just to hear you clearer and you ask how I am, I could always do better, but I’m rich. In the winter of my life, I found a summer […]

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The Hand We Play

  Lord Alfred Tennyson, coping and grieving the death of a friend, sparked perhaps one of the most famous pieces of literature. An A, B, B, A rhyme scheme with each line delicately containing eight syllables; a natural and satisfying flow. The spiritual journey of “In Memoriam,” widely full of Christian ideology, echoes in my […]

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Hundredth Human Effect

Scientists in the 1970s found that when they taught a group of monkeys on an isolated island a new behavior, monkeys on the other side of the ocean eventually learned it themselves. The phenomenon is called the Hundredth Monkey Effect.  The observations are highly misrepresented and there were actually only 59 monkeys, but the hypothesis […]

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 […]

That must have been the sun!

That must have been the sun! A peak at amethyst As perfect as it can exist The frenzy she failed to resist Began the year with the relativists. A time that was white like phosphate bones, Bottles of hormones A doctor’s prescription like a tombstone That nearly sent her to the unknown. Sure it guided […]

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 […]