ILA  Magazine

Four Poets, Two Nations 'LITTLE BOY' The zen was noisily broken Into a motley of emotions Plebeians lay forsaken As little boy fell from...

take me back to when I longed to grow into a teenager. take me back to when my smile was genuine, untouched by the world. take me back to...

Like the swelling from a bleeding Comes the telling of my needing The flesh that it resides within Is like a shell of spider skin The web...

Poetry is what I see, I touch, I smell, I taste, I hear. It is what I See in the sunset, Hear through the breeze, Smell in a flower. It...

The heart is trapped in the waves of blind love. It is not, know how far you can feel the tremors. All the differences and beauties, the...

We are always looking for new truths We stand before the door of questions We are prone to bitterness Rubble awakens thousands of...

I am a man singularly composed of words. But I refuse to dignify it as poetry. I am utterly incapable of stopping the diarrhea of my...

Love is the soul of peace. Peace leads to prosperity. Hate causes disorder. Disorder brings decay. The world was made for love, mutual...

(© Photo above by Yogendra Arya) I wonder and wonder even more to see the tendencies of my mind. Getting fixed ideas and afraid of...

April 2025 "Editor's Choice" Life goes on, and we follow the course, Like skiffs lost on seas without recourse. Our thought, fragile rows...

You ask me, "what is life, my friend?" It's not just days that start and end. To see and know what life can be, Step inside...

Sweet rain, A melancholic beauty, In every drop's flow. Your memory haunts me so. Your gentle touch, On my skin so fair, Brings solace to...

Tell me, what else should I write to you! You don't want to hear anything Yet I want to say, How many words should I say to the wind that...

(Photograph above, © Peter Davies) Who am I to love you, The flower of my sight, Who am I to need you, In colors burning bright, Who am I...

Each day brings new opportunities to honor, defend, respect and restore the only home we've ever known. "EARTH REVERENCE" I walk gently...

Journey through the ascending syllables of nine visionary voices, whose etherees climb from whisper to crescendo, revealing and reveling...

The beauty of Haiku is in the ability to capture a moment of awareness, featuring fifteen remarkable poets. "SKIES and CLOUDS" The...

"REVISITING THE OLD HOME" There are still traces of the broken walls, Now overgrown with moss, The opening where the door once stood -...

"MY FALLEN CAMELLIAS..." Beside the walkway to my door, I can hear my fallen Camellias whispering my name, chocked in tears, and I cry...

March 2025 Editor's Choice featuring Gabriel S. Weah "MASK OF A BROKEN KID" I have a mother, A beautiful mother, Gifted by God, yet...