FORTH Magazine

FORTH was created to explore, examine, and expose the work of both established and up-and-coming artists and writers. Through these digital pages, we take readers into the world of the author, the mind of the poet, the vision of the artist, to gain a unique perspective of the often intriguing, sometimes haunting, always strange, little worlds of our most innovative creators. Our mission is to support writers and artists by exposing their work and exploring their lives, and to maintain a recurring set of innovative writers and journalists that you'll only see in our pages. Our content isn't classical or traditional. We publish short format writing for the modern reader and contemporary art that challenges the modern onlooker. Founded in Los Angeles, CA in 2009, FORTH represents art and literature in a way that resonates with an evolving need for interactive media. The West Coast is on the scene. Welcome and enjoy!
Drawing of rows of teeth
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Bones of Our Face: Poetry by Jaya Loharuka

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Just cold, sharp, callous, hollow things, But you animate them     (not unlike the way you stir me) Into a smile, A curve so gentle, Each layer of brilliant white fits Together Like us?     (I’m a cold, sharp, callous, hollow) no?(thing) Jaya Loharuka is an English major at UCLA.   Image: Renee Leigh Stephenson

young woman swimming underwater
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Not Dead Yet: Fiction by Yani Robinson

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Acting stupid is actually much harder than it sounds. You see, there are certain expectations about being the only woman on a dive tour, and Nell is doing her very best to meet them. Despite knowing a great deal about diving, like knowing that SCUBA is an acronym for self-contained underwater breathing apparatus and knowing…

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Moving West: An NYC Gallery’s Journey to L.A.

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If you’re a contemporary art-lover and have been to New York City, it’s possible you have yet to discover Garis & Hahn gallery. Founded in 2013 and located in the heart of the Bowery, the “gallery-cum-Kunsthalle” engages niche and wide communities alike with diverse and conversational contemporary art. For the first time, the gallery is…

Hand unraveling ball of wool inside of head
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Becoming Captive: Poetry by Max Kapur

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Supine With what words can I denote you   that become you as my captive you,   my object you who awaits semantic prescription?   You are my semiote and I your flailing semaphore:   I want you to be what dust mote I touch when I reach for wood;   With what waters can…

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Remnants of Those Gone: Poetry by Matthew Laverty

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In the parlor there was nothing left: small toys, silverware, Polaroids that told us curiously how a family once lived.   The floor caked in mud from our shoes neared collapse under innocence of adolescents. The crunch of wood dispersed us, termites   throughout the house. Spray paint on walls too fresh to smell mold…

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There You Are: Nonfiction by Linda Hutchison

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Never the same. Endless days of sun, nights of blood-orange sunsets. Some mornings new and rosy, some muted. Days of drought, wildfires, parched and shifting earth. Dark days of fog, rain and sliding hillsides. Crowded, curlicue freeways, deep and coyote-filled canyons. Disappearing cottages. Rising prices, mansions.   Dreams as big as the ocean, christened by…

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