GoldDust Magazine

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

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Virus

You are too winter and I am rising.Lukewarm will not do,I bid adieu to our I do.You are a splinter I keep sanitizing.Snowstorms will not do,in this field of mildew.I rid this flu,It’s all I can do.

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A Butterfly’s Compass

A Compass paces in a chameleon depth,deep in a struggling cocoon,where its North is mercurial,and its fixation evolving in each flash.Reborn in each coordinate,it lacks a magnetic field. The needle twists and heaves,astray by its own stunted growth. The Compass is yet lost, curious,Why so gloomy, Butterfly? Wasn’t this cocoon your obsession? The metamorphosis not […]

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The Invitation

  The spacious womb of enticementmilks a wide-eyed vessel,to creep into your veinslike a demon habitual to its possession. Floating through the bloodstream,salivating the summonses,to feed off the venom of temptation. Captivated in a moment,instigation begins again.

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 […]

An Unfinished Love Letter

  James Michener was wrong when he called Bora Bora the most beautiful island on Earth.People travel the French Polynesia, sail the South Pacific, adore the lagoon and barrier reef,But are yet to wake up next to you in solidarity,Just you,A tiny paradise. I don’t have to travel to the coast of Queensland to dive […]

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 […]