GoldDust Magazine

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

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Want to have your work published in GoldDust? 

GoldDust is currently taking submissions in the following categories…

  • Short stories (minimum of 1,000 words, maximum of 8,000 words)
  • Poetry 
  • Features (people, places, events)
  • Music (concert reviews, festivals, interviews)
  • Style & Beauty 
  • Wellness
  • Dating
  • Food
  • Traveling
  • Entertainment
  • Opinion

READ BEFORE SUBMITTING

Thank you so much for your interest in writing for GoldDust! I’m sure from exploring the site you can catch onto the themes going on here! I have a variety of topics contributors can write about. Themes for poetry and short stories are not restricted. As for opinion pieces, please pitch the idea to me by email before submitting. I am not accepting political pieces currently.

It is important to note, please do not submit articles that have been published elsewhere, including personal blogs. 

After you submit your work, it will go into the editing process. If your work matches the content of GoldDust, it will move forward. If it does not meet the site, you will be given feedback and it is your choice if you want to restructure your article to re-submit. If your work moves forward, it could be sent back with edits, in which you can fix and send back. However, if your work has minor mechanical errors and requires little polishing, it will be edited and published immediately.

Submitted articles should be a minimum of 450 words, and pictures should include a caption with photo credit.

Email your work and pitches to Madison at madgolddust@gmail.com and she will respond accordingly. Thank you!

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 […]

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.

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 […]