Category: Poem

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.

Hair in the Eye 0

Clumps

My mother shrieks in the shower. I look up, see her holding a chunk of reddish-brown hair. She gets out, dries, dresses, and now it’s everywhere – in the drain, on her sweater, a...

Cat in a Barrel, poem about the fragility of life 0

Fractured

Poem No sudden moves- Can’t let a shard slip. The vessel is barely carrying The puddle I call Me, and This glue, this glue Is imperfect. It’s makeshift composition: Wine and approval Pounds and...

affection poem 0

Drummer Boy

Poem   I knew a boy once, tall as a bell tower blew past six feet like an acquaintance in the super market he didn’t feel much like talking to. Played drums, of all...

winter poetry 0

Seasons

Poem   The day is grim, misshapen clouds grin, silhouettes of trees reaching out for me. Nothing stops the pain, I cannot feel the rain… It is winter, the wind is not a friend,...

man on stairs 0

Contrasting Positions

My steps up the blacktop walkway from the lower parking lot sound louder and louder. The off-white, windowed, one-story hallway ahead grows. My heart beats faster with each step. A knot in my throat,...

Big Eyes 0

Capacity

Do I have one large enough to love? I sometimes wonder if the cage of my chest is strong enough to hold another’s heart without casting a swift shadow of a doubt that would...

Life Poem 0

Our Bed

 Poem I get up to pee at four in the morning. Like most four in the mornings, The apartment is cold and dark. The cat’s claws skitter across the linoleum, chasing something unseen in the...