Lodestar Quarterly

Truong Tran

An experimental poet with a sense of humor, 35-year-old Truong Tran writes dense prose that manages to flow freely. "A voluptuary of the difficult real," said Kathleen Fraser. "To be entered, and entered. Gratefully." A finalist for the Kiriyama Pacific Rim Book Prize and Western States Book Award for his two published collections placing the accents and dust and conscience, Truong is the Executive Director of Kearney Street Workshop in San Francisco.

Poetry by Truong Tran:
because and eight margins

FICTION

Philip Huang The Chair

It all begins with such a simple, yet enduring thing as where we sit.

Shani Mootoo
Excerpt from A House By the Sea and
non-fiction This is the Story You Must Write

Peeled, and pressed opened, the uncertainty of the hybrid individual.

Matthew Graham Smith
Taking the Road

Life and love grown on the bumpy roads between.

Joneil Adriano
The Secret Lives of Mice

Have you ever heard that scratching in the wall and squeaking in the hall?

DRAMA

David Caudle Feet of Clay

A short, curious comedy about baring your soul.

SUBMIT

Unfortunately, Lodestar Quarterly is no longer accepting submissions. Thank you for your interest and good luck in placing your manuscripts elsewhere.

POETRY

Maya Khosla Under Wolf Paw, Ravens' Undoing, Return to Grand Canyon

"Her words are the very particular stones and weather, the rivers and homes, the creatures and people, trapped and free in their momentary events," says poet Pattiann Rogers.

R. Zamora Linmark
Aftersex and In-Transit

Our own little lola who spins one mesmerizing tale after the other.

Juliana Pegues
A Kiss and Nocturnal

Here is how ordinary people accomplish extraordinary things.

Minal Hajratwala
Angerfish and Miss Indo-America dreams

It's more than old ghosts that may haunt our families' closets.

Shailja Patel
Shilling Love

It's words that shall reclaim the past -- in unstoppable numbers and with the boom of cannons.

Leah Lakshmi Piepzna-Samarasinha
Noise and sweet water, 3/19/03

Setting mikes on fire wherever she goes...

ART

Michel Paulin Laurent Bleeding on Canvas

Blue like the heavens, like the very tips of the fingers of galaxies -- a special selection of paintings.