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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Weathering Storms

A cool breeze rustles the topmost leaves in the backyard. It spreads the white and gray cumulus clouds that enshroud the sky in a mass of growing darkness. It feels so much cooler than...

existencial poetry 0

Beyond the Horizon

Poem   I want to feel Close to existence Outside me, outside cities And suburbs and streets, Outside humanity, Something closer to the movement of the light, The sun moving across the sky, The...

traveling poem 0

Then I Walked Into You

Poem I found a clay hut while the desert stormed. Inside a monk sat on the packed ground Indian style, chanting the blues of the Ancients; centered soliloquist, unaware I laid prostrate before him....

Relaxing Poems 0

Sea Breeze

To touch, I am reaching out my hand, this wild, eternal dance to understand. My head is being enchanted, fascinated and my eyes gently, slowly are fading. Sitting on the sands within the softness,...

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Miniature Train-Riding

I almost can’t remember how the trains raced around the track. How Dad and I adjusted knobs and toggled twitches. How town lights turned on and off; how locomotives whirled out of the tunnel....

Cliff 0

An Inch

To you, it’s an inch. Just an inch in the air, a space that separates you from a desire. But for me- for me, it’s a cliff. A steep drop, into an unknown void,...