GoldDust Magazine

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

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Almost

  Do you remember that night in May? It was almost summer & we were flushed hot, skin burnt from Jagger bombs & Tullamore D.E.W. We came here, Mad Planet, sweat slicked, disco thighs, & we danced to “Boys Don’t Cry,” Later that night, I watched you undress. You took off your clothes, peeled off […]

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Sloshes

  Her lips sucked the glass like an old lover, leaving behind rouge lipstick stains. Twenty-one candles on her half baked birthday cake. She wore her sash like diamonds, her face was sweat stained mascara, tiara glued in place. She could hardly see straight, or meet her own reflection in the vodka daze. Maybe if […]

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Stacie Went to College

She stole PBR from the gas station down the street and on hot, summer nights, we swam naked in the lake. Our dinner consisted of two slices of greasy pizza she got for free from a guy named Ian. She was an indigo child, an optimist. Her laughter was a magnet, pulling me towards her […]

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 […]

Pamela’s last will & testament

  Pamela was 15. She was sitting at Ben Frank’s on the Strip, Clutching a letter she would never have the guts to lick, seal, send. She would thank God for the downheartedness years later. She saved herself from a bourgeois trial separation from him in her thirties. But for now, She is 15 and […]

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 […]