The Imaginate

Hey Everyone, Below is a list of works that we really liked in the past semester. It includes works from the Spring and Fall semesters. We’re so happy that people read our submitters and staff writers works, look at our art galleries, and enjoy the creativity on our website and magazine. We’ve included categories like poetry, short stories, artwork, and issues. If you would like to submit your…

March Theme of the Month: Shifty Horoscopes

  The March Theme of the Month is “Shifty Horoscopes”! We are looking for themed submissions having to do with astrology (hopefully, of the most ridiculous kind). Get creative with this theme; there is an infinity of topics to choose from. Remember, we accept all submissions in the form of art, short stories, poems, and photography! Deadline for Themed Submissions: March 1st 2017 Send your work…

Hey Everyone, It’s The Imaginate again! We’re emailing you because we want to invite all of you to our Kick-off meeting for the Spring Semester. It’s next Tuesday, 1/23/17, at 9:15 PM in Murray Hall Room 114. If you would like to stop by, please do! We’re always welcoming new potential members. We will be talking about our new issue “In This Economy?!” and ranking our submissions for the issue.…

The January Theme of the Month is “In This Economy?!”. We’re looking for themed submissions based around the economy, whether they are serious or not (we prefer funny). No, we do not need you to have any knowledge of economics, but just be enthusiastic about the topic and use it in creative ways in your art, short stories, poems, and photography. Deadline for Themed Submissions: January 2nd 2017…

Dark Side, by Christian Frett

I’m perfectly fine but I’m not alright. The sun has gone down but it is not night. I can stand up but I will not fight. I’m waiting for the light of the day.   I want to backdown but I will not run. I’ll stand my ground, I have not come to the end of my route. I wait for the sun. It will not always be this way. -Christian Frett

The mysterious shephard, by T Young. O’ mysterious shephard, how thoughtless are your directions...

                      -T Young

Hail the Golem by AyAyRon, one of our regular contributors

Warning: For those that do not like religious or violent imagery, please avoid. The Imaginate is an arts and literature Magazine, and we are not obligated to take down work based off of these topics.                             -AyAyRon

Chair, by Albert Kraus

I wait and wait on hardwood still For persons here and there I hold them up when they can’t stand For I am but a chair Sturdy, strong and always there My friend, unmoving, Table Bigger, stronger, better than I What he does, I am unable Lamp is tall, bright, blinding Finally I can see The dust and dirt, clumped, and old That rests together, right beside me Off he goes and things go dark He thinks…

“Bring Me Solace” / Somebody by Gerald Tirade

she rocks from side to side avoiding the world a dark face behind vortices of a white cloud rocking rocking from side to side the smoke transfigures into her mother and her mother’s arms embrace her and cradle her into the warm flesh of her arms and rocks her from side to side

Missed Call, by D.L.

The phone has been ringing For years I let it I don’t know What is calling me, I don’t know That I want to know Still ringing Maybe it’s telemarketers Maybe it’s my father Maybe it’s no one And nothing But the fact it has remained Is enough

Broken-Heart Tattoo, by Austin Renna

All along the line, amalgamations of guilt, ghosts twisting your hand, bleeding you dry. My grandma calls me some days, gasping for the air to make syllables, inadvertently saying something like, everything works out in the end, I don’t know if I can believe her. When I look past you, there’s a hole in the world, breeding and sheltering these ghosts. When I look past that, there’s something I…

You, out there, are all alive, You, far beyond that, are dead, Everyone right here, near me, is the asshole in between,

You, out there, are all alive, You, far beyond that, are dead, Everyone right here, near me, is the asshole in between, Is the fool on the corner of Canal and Bowery, Hamilton and French, and Grove and Bloomfield, Bottle in one hand, pile of random shit in the other, Fishing for cigarettes outside of every bar, Spending every night sifting through time to figure out what was lost, Because some of…

Here's a sneak peek for Volume 5 Issue 1!

I wait and wait on hardwood still For persons here and there I hold them up when they can’t stand For I am but a chair   Sturdy, strong and always there My friend, unmoving, Table Bigger, stronger, better than I What he does, I am unable   Lamp is tall, bright, blinding Finally I can see The dust and dirt, clumped, and old That rests together, right beside me   Off he goes and things go dark He…

I am the shell of my former self—/ I am no longer the girl I once knew, / no longer trapped in her old world....

I am the shell of my former self— I am no longer the girl I once knew no longer trapped in her old world. But still struggling to figure herself out. I have grown— I have changed. I have allowed myself to explore new horizons. But at the same time, I am still trapped in my shell— I am still a reflection of my former self. It only takes one small moment to create a pause in the rhythm of ‘normal’…

I woke up the same day as yesterday—/the same time as yesterday—/unable to sleep with the clamor around me yesterday....

Asking, by Jacinto Luntian. I asked a mother at a funeral about death,/ and she answered:/ “There's nothing worse in the world...

I asked a mother at a funeral about death, and she answered: “There’s nothing worse in the world.”   I asked a grandfather alone on his porch about death, and he answered: “It’s as natural as life, and comes for us all.”   I asked a groom at his wedding about love, and he answered: “It makes everything worth it.”   I asked a drunk at a bar about love, and she answered: “Kid, you don’t even know…