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!
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The End: Fiction by Michael Priv

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“Life is a circle, you know, the end is the beginning. Did you know that?” The stranger lifted his grimy Giants baseball cap to scratch the sweaty bald spot.    Giants’ fans are all crazy. And no, I didn’t know that life was a circle. How did this guy know? And who’d know these things…

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Dating Destiny: Poetry by Ivan Jenson

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I knew as soon as we met that you were inconsequential to my sustenance and existentially irrelevant to my existence and yet talking with you over burgers made me think of the murmurs of monks and the untouched buns of nuns oops maybe I should not have said such a thing but our conversation was…

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At the Beach: Fiction by Linda Shapiro

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Mr. Jaffe is sixty years old.  His white hair and grey mustache give him a look that some call distinguished. His body is toned from years of tennis and jogging. He and Mrs. Jaffe are vacationing at the luxurious island house, Once Upon a Tide in Sint Maarten.    They are welcomed by the staff,…

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Carrion: Fiction by Will Fricker

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A drive thru taco sign floods an empty parking lot in a pool of astral moon. A jittery spectral presence after Motel 6 fever dreams, in crumpled chinos, you’ve worn that Black Flag T-shirt for two weeks straight. A Gatorade and a cigarette, furtively you watch headlights on the highway, horizon quivering geometric orbs of…

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Remember & Feel It: Poetry by John Valentine

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Remember how you used to catch a fastball right in the sweet   spot. That pure, whip-crack sound going home. Or maybe those   small birds swept in the eye of a hurricane, riding sunshine and   stillness in the carnage. Right place, right time. The absolute focal   point, like nirvana, a first kiss,…

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