GoldDust Magazine

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

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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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Twenty Something

My Lady, I’ve been meaning to mention “deceased”  defines you in decades and a time capsule is  buried in a galaxy beneath wealth and tension. My Lady, decisions were destined and  places were discovered in your twenties.   My Lady, the stages of your prior life, you tried to hide, are scribbled upon pages and […]

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alone

i cook elaborate meals for one i sprawl across the entirety of my bed i pet my purring feline nestled in the curve of my legs i treat myself to solo trips to the movie theater, popcorn included i scroll through my phone for too long, put it down, pick it up moments later i […]

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 […]