Lodestar Quarterly

Lodestar Quarterly an online journal of the finest gay, lesbian, and queer literature a pencil drawing of a star by Editor-in-Chief Patrick Ryan


Issue 16 • Winter 2005
Djuna Barnes

Djuna Barnes

Djuna Barnes is most widely known for her Symbolist and Decadent novel Nightwood but in fact composed several novels and story collections, including Ladies Almanack and the semi-autobiographical Ryder. She was also a masterful playwright, a poet, and an illustrator. Though perhaps she was quite hard to pinpoint in her personal and sexual life, as so many a Bohemian of her age, her works have been an inspiration to generations of lesbians and gay men, including such luminaries as Truman Capote. She died in 1982 in Greenwich Village, New York City.

Works by Djuna Barnes:
Fiction: What Do You See, Madam?
Interview: The Confessions of Helen Westley


Philip Huang

Philip Huang

Listen, ear to the wind, eyes shut, and you can almost hear the past.

Scott Pomfret

Love came down at Christmas; love all lovely, love divine.

Jan Steckel
Alex the Dragon

Once you're free, you're forced to ask yourself who you are.

Anel I. Flores
De Calabasa

There is no sincerer love than the love of food.


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Toni Mirosevich

Toni Mirosevich
Beat-Nik and Lucky Stiff

Over the stars to the top, forcing the lines through the snow.

Charles Jensen
Dietrichesque, Remainder, and Quail

Roll the reel, drop the lights, the cinematics of a gorgeous poetry.

Holly Demeter
Out of habit

We weave a thread of it each day, and at last we cannot break it.

Carrie-Sinclair Katz
Still Life, Sealed Letter

By the pen -- the soul lies naked, the mirror of a breast, and nothing is inverted.

Heathen Machinery
Printing on Water

And so never ending, but always descending...

Adam Seth Rosen
Slippers and Origins of Wicked Love

Who ever thought a little girl like you could destroy my beautiful wickedness?

Casey Charles

Amidst the sleigh bells and carols, is it the sound of a lyre?