ILA  Magazine

What lies between silence and revelation? Where do unspoken words gather their power? We invited poets and prose writers alike, to...

Inside the soul speaks a meaning The mind is a camera exposing Photographs falling in images of confetti. Searching for less than awaits...

Carl Scharwath, ILA Magazine Co-Editor/Interviewer: Good morning Dr. Ann Marie, thank you for your time today and for sharing your...

"EMBRACING DARKNESS" When I was a kid, I dreamed of angels with wings of light and raised by heaven. I feared vampires for stories...

You were the twelve-year-old twins from Poonch district in Jammu and Kashmir, but you weren't intelligent enough, Urba and Zain, to...

Whips of fogginess drifts through cracks around Can't fathom why I'm drawn yet ...

© Maria Evelyn Quilla Soleta While the month of June is especially associated with brides, summer and the pretty flowers around us, let...

a liquid moon ascended in a miasma of mist swathed in strands of violet and sorrow as the midnight spectres gathered at the edge of the...

They say to write one's own poetry is a daunting thing. It's a labor not of flesh but of flame. You must be born twice in the virgin of...

The brambles clawed at my legs. The scorched earth crumbled beneath my shoes as I pushed through the chaos outside the Spartan Race...

I am a dead soul, drunk on the book - each line a shot coursing through my veins, pounding at my skull. I'm so damn drunk. My eyes -...

What did the bluebells say? To always stand tall and bloom with pride After every storm that rolls To be unique and individual within...

Let the human heart awaken... For secrets emerge from the universe's quarrel and what is hidden from sight is about to be revealed. ...

Hope is the subtle light that darkness challenges. It's in the heart, even when the world is silent. It's the whisper in tears, promises...

SELF Hey...dear self! I thought of all - but not of you You are a being, just like the rest Yet somehow, I forgot that too. You are my...

TURNIPS IN SOUTHERN TENNESSEE STILL In Tennessee, the shadows of the southern wooden structures stalled off the narrow highway and came...

Some call out of duty, others out of love, In acts of kindness, hearts intertwine, With each tender gesture, we rise above. Some call out...

You become another filtered beam of moonlight Weaving your way through scattered tree trunks Stepping over rocks, tiny rivulets of cold...

Mourn not the death of Buddha; though there were those who saw him die, laid him among the purest flowers; for the lotus does not lie....

MAY 2025 ILA Magazine "EDITOR'S CHOICE" The road to any dream is never easy but every small step, every quiet struggle and every choice...