The Window The Sky

  Four winds from every quarter prowl the lands, Our lives submitted to the way they blow, Till after judgement …

Wittgenstein And The Plum

  Say it      and it is so: a plum      dripping nectar           on living fingers   The unsaid …

Oslo

by Nick Mcguire     I pause my hands after tying the corset of Karl Johans’ gate. With each step …

From our Cultural Desk

Literati Magazine received this call to action from the National Endowment for the Arts in America.  We release it here …

breaking depression

in chapters I am mountainous pledging my allegiance to the jungle of walls I am made of. 2. Please, build …

The Masochist.

 by Robert Cormack     My wife hears sounds all the time now. Sometimes they’re in the ceiling, other times …

Marcum Terrace

Briefly Speaking You could count the rows of bricks on these gritty apartments like wasted gravestones, like memorials for forgotten …