Category: Poetry

Image Curve is home to all poets, composing verses in all shapes and forms. We believe poetry is an engine for beauty that inspires us to stride forward head on into the future. We are the poetry publishers for all.

Image Curve is an exhaust mechanism: a creative outlet for anyone with a sharp pencil. We live to get high on language. We believe language is the universal art-form of human experience – the mouthpiece of a soul, a generation, or a god. If you write with your leg this is the place for you. If you read with your leg and can explain what is that supposed to mean, this is the place for you.

We are hungry for fiction. Image Curve is an online site for serial publication where writers can publish fiction in a weekly installment format. We are a home for the short story and the poem. We believe in the work and its original form, and we have an abnormal respect for anyone who can string words together in stories of any type, shape or form.

We love reading well-written, unfiltered, contemporary fiction by creative people of all backgrounds. We love the classics and pay them a visit often, but we want to be on the cutting edge of current fiction. We want to observe, empathize and contemplate how our collective global society digests the world and then spits it out. Most importantly, without the filtering machine of agencies and publishers that only select marketable works.

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Silent Pain

I watched you lay there in silent pain I watched you lay look at me in silent pain Your eyes speaking without volume You tried hard to speak to me There wasn’t much I...

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Vernal Inauguration

The train rattles to the top of the hill. Two American flags stand like sentries at the apex. The stage, the other side of the park, the Long Island shoreline across the Sound all...

Summer Poem 0

Summer’s Spring

Summer Poetry   Summer for the first time Feeling colors and blossoming For the first time A giddiness for the world It tickles in the middle Like a flower playing Peekaboo, giggling Below my...

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Happy

Poem   The wheels on this rickety country bus continue humming along the warm pavement, turning, just as time turns and ushers me towards that place where you are wherever that is whoever you...