Constantly updated, Edge of Humanity Magazine showcases new work by artists, writers and photographers from all over the globe, including, Record, a new poem by J H Martin, which you can read for free here.
Constantly updated, Edge of Humanity Magazine showcases new work by artists, writers and photographers from all over the globe, including, On the Bench, a new poem by J H Martin, which you can read for free here.
Free Library of the Internet Void is a group of dedicated “librarians, researchers, cretins, and cronies”, who scour the internet for fiction, poetry and art to add to their ever growing library.
Their latest collection – Until Further Notice – is out now and features art by Lauren Buchanan, fiction by Bethan Dee, poetry by Natasha Deonarain, RC deWinter, and two new poems, The Black Watch, and, Mon Coeur, by J H Martin.
Despite what our superiors once suggested, we do not believe our proximity to this endless, howling abyss has had any negative effects on our collective psyches…
If you’re out there, we hear you.
Constantly updated, Edge of Humanity Magazine showcases work by artists, writers and photographers from all over the globe. including Hotel Reflection, a new poem by J H Martin, which you can read for free here.
It was like that because it had to be like that.
As he explained to the assistant in the new department store.
“Sorry Ma’am, but I cannot divulge my name. That would go against orders.”
“Oh yes, of course. Certainly Sir, I understand.”
‘At the cosmetics counter the young assistant wore upon her face the most plastic of smiles.’
He wore a white naval uniform, which was pristine, yet frayed at its well-worn cuffs.
‘Unfortunately, the store itself had that sad and lifeless air of a newly-built hotel. This manifested itself in the strong smell of bleach and the disinterest on the faces of the figures passing through it. The only purchases in their hands being small and inexpensive ones, as if they had only bought them to justify the time they’d wasted inside its off-white walls…’
Lunch was taken at a cafe inside an old rusted bus out on the ring road. Dressed in a set of blue oil-stained overalls and a pair of black steel toe-capped boots, he sat and stared out of the window as he ate his plate of sausage, egg and chips.
The view was the sole reason why it was a regular part of R16 Route B.
There was something about its mildewed concrete islets, its graffiti-strewn flyovers, its mess of motorway intersections and the industrial parks on the horizon, with their chimneys belching thick plumes of brown smoke up into the city sky that he found ‘almost alien yet so very intriguing‘. Perhaps it was its ‘grotesque geometry’, or, perhaps it was the ‘asphalt-like absurdity of its enforced and unnatural poetry’.
“I don’t know. I’m not sure.”
He took off his horn-rimmed spectacles, put them back into the top pocket of his shabby tweed jacket and returned the leather-bound book to the grey-haired owner of the antique bookshop.
“Not a problem Sir, not a problem at all. Perhaps though, you might like to take a look at these?”
‘…The service there was excellent and the owner very well informed. The four erotic Japanese woodblock prints on display were especially good, with the last one in the set worth mentioning in detail.
In the print, a balding man has just withdrawn and ejaculated over the plump stomach of a prone and naked geisha. He is looking down at his swollen flaccid penis, while she is smiling and looking up into his eyes.
It is not the beautiful simplicity of line that entices and reflects the instinctive yet base nature of the act depicted, nor is it the juxtaposition of clear, warm reds of the clothes with the pale pinks of the bodies that makes this particular print so enthralling.
No, what makes it so intensely gripping, are the detailed and grotesque expressions on the faces of the two figures. The horror in the man’s down-turned eyes as he realises that he cannot control this primal urge and the grimace spread across his face as he watches all of his imaginary mastery and virility wither away into nothing more than a flaccid piece of flesh. All of which is contrasted most painfully, yet beautifully, with the mockery that dances upon the geisha’s upturned lips and the coldness in her piercing stare, as she reveals to him with the fullest savagery and severity: the impotence of his desires and the treachery hidden behind a woman’s painted smile.’
He nodded and took off his long-haired wig and beard.
It had been a good day and much had been done.
Having placed them where they belonged, he took off his dirty puffa jacket and jeans and hung them up next to the tweed jacket, blue overalls, white naval uniform and the hundreds of other ‘identities’ which spread around the dark subterranean room on aluminium clothes rails.
Taking his notes, he then sat down behind his desk to write up his daily report. It had been a while since the powers-that-be had been in touch but he paid that fact no mind at all. It was like that because it had to be like that.
However, before he began, he afforded himself the luxury of gazing round the room at the routes, maps, plans and charts which covered every inch of wall. All of them meticulously planned out, drawn and coded.
Yes, there lies the true beauty behind this mortal boredom. That is where it can be found. The true meaning deep within the senseless void of man’s repeated thought and action. There, far, far beyond the inane mystery of his modern world laid out for all its primate slaves to understand in a most primitive and devolving tongue of multi-storey car parks, light bulbs, shaved pudenda and ever bigger screens displaying nothing more than the inattentive limitations of their moaning star-struck cerebellums…
He shook his head. He was getting carried away.
He began to write.
He had a lot of work to do.
Constantly updated, Edge of Humanity Magazine showcases work by artists, writers and photographers from all over the globe. including Nowhere Bound, a new poem by J H Martin, which you can read for free here.
Constantly updated, Edge of Humanity Magazine showcases work by artists, writers and photographers from all over the globe. including Until the Spring, a new poem by J H Martin, which you can read for free here.
Nzuri is a new online literary arts journal based in Orange County, California.
Nzuri (meaning beautiful/ fine in Swahili) is purposed to promote artistic, creative and scholarly work consistent with the values and ideals of the Umoja community.
Straylight Literary Arts Magazine is an online and print literary arts magazine. Publishing innovative works of fiction, poetry, and art, both from the Americas and from around the world. Straylight prides itself on being on the edge of literary innovation.
Published biannually, their latest print issue is out now and features a fresh and eclectic mix of art, writing and poetry by artists from all over the world, including Peach Blossom Fool; a new poem by J H Martin.
Meat For Tea: The Valley Review is an arts and literary journal based in Easthampton, MA, serving both local and international artists and writers.
Its’ latest issue named. ‘Street’ is out now.
Available in both print and digital formats, it features street based art, poetry, prose and photography from writers and artists from all over the globe, including, ‘Easter Egg Alley’; a photograph by J H Martin.
In its first issue, Koan Magazine presents an eclectic mixture of prose, poetry and artwork, which occupies the threshold between the real and the imagined, the every day and the magical, and the readily credible and the fantastic.
You can read the first issue here.
It was the advertising slogan for the Volkswagen Beetle developed by the Doyle Dane Bernbach agency in 1959. Since then, it has been called the single best advertising campaign of the 20th Century. We think it fits us perfectly.
We think small as in Small Literature – small but powerful.
Get rid of any fluff. Distill it down to its essence and then distill it again.
Get to the point. Get to the point, now.
Dragon Poet Review is an online literary journal that features a wide variety of poetry, flash fiction, short fiction, short memoir and short CNF, as well as photography, artwork and reviews of books and films.
The journal is published twice annually and their 2018 Summer/Fall Issue is out now. Featuring a fresh and vibrant mix of contemporary art from a myriad of artists from all around the globe, the 2018 Summer/Fall Issue also features Echo – Echo, a new poem by J H Martin, which you can read here.
This mad swirlin’ creative outlet is a place to showcase the many diverse artists in this big, blue, beat-utiful world of ours and to get this madness into as many heads as possible.
To anyone paying attention, the world of publishing has radically changed in the last decade. To say that the market is crowded is an understatement. Social media allows anyone and everyone to present their lives as celebrity, to chatter in endless self promotion. Self publishing has lowered the bar for what creations enter the market. For many readers and authors, this has been a frustrating turn of events. Curating Alexandria exists, not to add to the noise, but to offer interested readers a well curated, well edited collection of emerging talent.
To help them continue to support new writing talent and to share the beauty of new works of art centered around or inspired by the most timeless of themes, you can purchase your own paperback copy of the anthology here.
Their 2018 anthology: Rise, is out now, and features a diverse and vibrant mix of art, creative non-fiction, poetry and fiction from artists all over the world, including Machination; a new piece of visual art, by J H Martin.
Their 2018 anthology: Rise, is out now, and features a diverse and vibrant mix of art, creative non-fiction, poetry and fiction from artists all over the world, including Dawn Burial; a short story set in China, by J H Martin.
We are a group of dedicated librarians, researchers, cretins, and cronies scouring the fabled internet void for fiction, poetry and art to add to our growing library currently filled with noise. Together we go out into the void with our instruments and buckets. Together, we look for the work hurled into the void.
If you’re out there, we hear you.
Their latest edition – Collection 1: Pulled from the Void – is out now, showcasing and curating a fresh and eclectic mix of both art and writing, including OK – Crap; a new poem by J H Martin, which you can read here.
The Scene & Heard is a literary and visual arts journal of artistic reflections, that promotes, celebrates and fosters the creative process of artists and writers by showcasing their work internationally.
Publishing seven print issues a year, as well as online through Medium, The Scene & Heard gives a global platform to art, photography, fiction, non-fiction and poetry, including Le Soleil, a new poem by J H Martin, which you can read here.
Foliate Oak is an on-line literary magazine based in Arkansas, which every month publishes new pieces of fiction, creative non-fiction, poetry, art and hybrid works.
Their May issue is out now and features a fresh and eclectic mix of work from writers and artists from all parts of the globe, including #Sharing is Caring – a new poem by J H Martin, which you can read here.
Formerly known as Decomposition Magazine, decomP magazinE is a monthly, online, literary magazine that was founded in April 2004.
decomP publishes prose, poetry, art, and book reviews, ranging from traditional realism to experimental irrealism, memoir to journalistic nonfiction, formal poetry to free verse, and anything and everything in between.
The August edition is now online, featuring work by Eric Tyler Benick, Juliana Chang, Effy Fritz, Bruce Johnson, Gillian Keller, W. Todd Kaneko, Kato McMahon, Daniel Presley, Brad Rose, John Searcy, Marianne Villanueva, Jennifer Whalen and two new poems by J H Martin.
Read the new edition here.
Prole is a quarterly print magazine that publishes high quality, accessible poetry and prose, which aims to, “challenge, engage and entertain – but never exclude.”
Prole Issue 16 is out now, featuring:
Cover art by Eleanor Bennett, and art by Sparx
The 2015 Prole Laureate Poetry Competition winners – Wendy Pratt, Victoria Gatehouse and Jean Atkin
Poetry by Robin Houghton, Jennifer A McGowan. Kevin Hanson, David Cooke, Stephanie Arsoska, Maureen Cullen, Levi Vonk, Sharon Black, Martin Bennett, Hannah Linden, Kate Garrett, Stella Wulf, Bryce Warnes, Rebecca Gethin, Robert Nisbet, Sue Kindon, Keith Hutson, Owen Vince, Paul Surman, Wendy Klein, Michael Crowley, Rae Stoltenkamp, David Subacchi, Adrian Slatcher and Kate O’Shea
Copies of the issue cost just £5.50 and can be purchased here
Elohi Gadugi Journal is a literary journal, published in seasonal on-line editions, followed by an annual print edition in the Fall. “Elohi Gadugi” is Cherokee for “the world” (elohi) “working together in community” (gadugi).
The mission of Elohi Gadugi is:
- to provide venues for the work of struggling writers and artists who use language as a primary aspect of their art;
- to promote narratives of social and environmental responsibility, and intercultural understanding; and
- to support the works by or about indigenous Americans, and other marginalized groups in the contemporary literary world.
The Windows & Doors (Winter 2015 edition) is now on-line featuring poetry by Penny Freeland, Grant McLeman, Kathleen Ellyn, J.V. Foerster, Steven B. Katz, James Lawry, art and multimedia by Ernest Williamson, J.V. Foerster, Vasile Piui Fratila, reviews and essays by Tisha Marie Reichle and ‘The Apartment‘, a short piece of fiction by J H Martin. Read it here.