Poetry


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Delicate Things: Poetry by Nicole Basta

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  Nicole V. Basta is the co-founder of the Brooklyn-based art collective/performance night Say Yes and the winner of the New School’s annual chapbook contest for V due out this fall. Her poems have appeared or are forthcoming  in Compose, The Gravity of The Thing, Public Pool, Juked, Canary, Blunderbuss, The Underground, and others. She was an artist in residence at the magical Art…

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Surprise Me: Poetry by Mathieu Cailler

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Things That Trouble Me:   Just a few things that trouble me: dentists, middle seats, men who wear flip flops out to dinner, heights, lawyers with ponytails, funny pilots, people who say “I’m not racist but…”, Lucille Ball’s face, cookies with raisins, folks who wear more than one scarf, patrons who say “surprise me” to…

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A Maze of Color: Poetry by Michael Caylo-Baradi

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  We own the rocks and walls near Hansen Dam, where we tell stories with our hands, as though descendants from the void, dispersed from sands where hieroglyphics mythicize the minds of men.   We get there like a pack of wolves, beyond the grasses and the trees spreading silhouettes between the midnights of our…

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Fossils of Nature: Poetry by Jamie O’Connell

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Winter eternal   polar bear hearts wrapped in wires   fish scales collide   stranded ships veer towards the moon’s mouth   seagulls cough the wind’s heartbeats   frothy mind spread over cerulean seas   ice drips out of our mouths   we are the shells we found, carcasses of narwhals Even mountains pass away…

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Burn Us: Poetry by Sonia Greenfield

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They had to use fire extinguishers to put them out. They were carbonized. — Abdul Hamid   It is not man’s red flower as Kipling claimed. We’ve just hooked our harnesses to it. It is not flora, but fauna, the omnivore that will eat anything. We cage it in our grills, let it graze in…

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To Become Pure: Poetry by Kaila Allison

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They once were doves: emblems of peace, coiffed like kings, dressed in the white of popes.   Once composed of bones elastic, weightless in ancestral winds, bearing love notes or victories from overseas.   They would fly for miles and once tired they could only drink holy water, all else was tainted by desire.   They…

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Getting Clean: Poetry by Diana Raab

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Today I did something maybe I should not have done in a place where I should not have done it.   It was one of those awkward moments when you visited me in a place you should not have been,   you brought coffee and a pastry we made quick passionate love, you held me…

Welcome to our collection of FORTH-curated verse. You may not realize it, but you've encountered poetry every day of your life. You read it in college, you hear it on the radio, you see it scrawled in alleyways, you feel it in the eyes of loved ones. FORTH is one of few digital magazines for the contemporary, future-wise poet. We’re not simply a poetry blog, but rather one of the best poetry magazines online, featuring beautiful, diverse work from all over the globe and curated right here in Los Angeles. At FORTH we also cover local poetry events, bringing you inside looks and interviews with today's burgeoning and established poets. Unlike many poetry journals, FORTH is open to verse of all styles and all themes. The one thing that all of our poetry magazine submissions have in common, however, is a contemporary voice that strikes the modern reader. You can torture yourself through a classical anthology or lose your mind on Twitter; or, you can look to FORTH for poetry that remixes classic themes for the 21st Century poetry fiend. If you've got the verse, we've got the platform. Submit to poetry@forthmagazine.com.

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