ILA  Magazine

My mother died. Time went by after you left. I am alive and bound to fate. Now I write you in the quiet, where guilt and gratitude...

Pale moon in a cold blue sky Morning sun ascends On its way to a shallow meridian. Slick blacktop wet avenue Wisps of steam rise A gift...

Each time I reached for wildflowers by the abyssal brink, They drowned beneath the tales that pebbles fail to think. Desires took flight,...

"A TALE OF FRIENDSHIP IN THE FOREST" In the heart of the rainforest, two high-spirited friends, Chirag and Gulab, embarked on an...

(Healing with the golden ratio) Regenerate outs when today's trend is to jump in reckless dives of banality numbered piney cones...

When kings are clouded by stormy pride, And peace is pushed and cast aside, They march to war, both sure they're right, But truth gets...

© Image courtesy of Kristy Raines "What is Love?" Love is everything good and true in life, and what enhances every living thing. Love is...

"Sometimes, things fall apart so that they can be put back together better than before." © TANMAY KUMAR DUBEY India

Oh, Universe of minds so bright, We plead for peace, we seek the light. Our generation bears the pain The innocents lost in war's cruel...

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...

" Chronicles of Akasa" (Visual Poem) "Nine Steps In" (Visual Poem) "Enochian 13" (Visual Poem) László Aranyi (Frater Azmon) is a poet,...

Four thousand men in a prison And there might as well be no one here. Black like the vastness of space. Black like an endless void of...

Welcome to our special collection featuring eight remarkable poets, their pens have uniquely woven the Latin phrase, "Per se" (meaning...

Contributing Editor, Concetta Pipia, delivered a prompt back in March reflecting upon the 5th Anniversary of the historical covid...

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...