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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Dancing with Words: Poetry Book Review

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I won’t deny it: I’m a sucker for love poems. Sad love. Happy love. Unsure-if-this-is-love love. Familial love. Big love. Small love. Heartbreaking love. Everyday love. And when it comes down to it, what in life doesn’t really come back to love, in any of its shapes and forms? Now, this is not to say…

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Secrets in Nature: Poetry by Alice Bliss

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Walking Through a Garden on a Sunny Day   Stone bench by slow rill adrift in sunlight, shadows weaving limply through. Thoughts of home, past and future, and the promise of bamboo.   Bamboo bends softly like the curve of an elbow, gracefully resting. Catch glimpses of your face be- tween the click of closing…

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Memories and Chipped Paint: Fiction by Matt Clibanoff

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Blue Blue pastel and Kodachrome clouds. Sunlight streams from the shoebox. Empty and cracked, Nikon and Kodak, plastic canisters rattle on the ground, bouncing off the hardwood. The photographs are neatly stacked. Dust fills the spaces in between. Martin looks at himself in dynamic Polaroid light. He wonders how many flashbulbs were wasted trying to…

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Upbringing: Poetry by Kaitlyn O’Malley

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Moscow I was born in a city Built like its Russian nesting dolls, Increasing ten-fold in complexity, Every layer, at its core – Perplexity is the hallmark Of someone who breathes the Motherland. I was born with chai-laced blood And hair like borscht brewed fresh From babushka’s garden, Build sturdy like Taiga birch, Where forests…

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The ground is alive: Poetry by Brent Cronin

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I Haunt Nature   Hard white oak perfect for burning Thick branch snaps like a thigh Arrange the kindling just so Flames dull in the sunlight They won’t find me.   The ground is alive out here Finger trap squiggling worm Feel him slide down throat A man should eat when he can Especially when…

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