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.
It's time you learn the power & history of Gold
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.
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.
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 […]
One Impediment of the initial schema, I am a condemn to your appeal. Two Impairments of the identification, I am a sadomasochistic fawn to your ego. Three Imperfections of the advocate, I am a fundamental to your ferocity No Impertinence of the sentiment, You are a pilot of my existential void
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 […]
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