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.


Another Mother’s Day?

Haibun Mom washed, curled, brushed and hairsprayed. Then she applied makeup and lipstick. For the first time in weeks, she looks like she always does when she goes out in public. She loses her...

Poetry About Life 0

The Price of Life

Poetry About Life   They still pick his pieces off the pavement, Careen. Puzzle pieces pick such somber songs. Astonished explanations, all strewn insides, vacant Empty manhood. Cheating mothers leave only nothing. Here he...



Dust falls through my fingers. I reach down and grab another handful. Sage and withered birch are all that break up the ashen plain. There should be light, but too many thunderclouds blot out...

The Sea and Me 1

What It Takes

Stop waiting. You already have what it takes. Too often we live in procrastination Too often we forget to find meaning A chance to grow A chance to succeed A chance to taste sweet...

True Poems 0

What Was Lost

True Poems   We watched the poets upon the stage Far better ones than I Ones that melt your heart speak their tongues swirl their breaths intermingling their emotions with the crowd As they...

White Cliff Sea 0

Spirit Jewels

God has scattered a bag of diamonds over the earth. Glittering in the specks of morning sunlight dawned on me. Spirit Jewels fall from the sky, through my third eye, settling into the cells...