Imola Tóth

Joined July 2024

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I write poetry and fiction on the edge of the map when I'm not working in the forest.

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Epistle To the Moon, Who's Heard It All. Runner-Up in Letters to the Moon Challenge.
What can I say to you, oh luminescent marble, that hasn't been said before? . Since the dawn of time, people has sworn their love for you—
By Imola Tóth3 months ago in Poets
A Silent Life of Borrowed Movements. Winner in Through the Keyhole Challenge.
By the age of thirteen, Rose Favereau had learned a great many things from her cousin, Louise — all by peeping through a keyhole.
By Imola Tóth3 months ago in Fiction
The Chase
Hunting for the success and fame, for the appreciation of the poet hiding in me, somewhere. . Every time I get close—so close—
By Imola Tóth3 months ago in Poets
Filling spaces
Every time you go away you take something with you— from me, and in its absence poetry is born, and it fills the void
By Imola Tóth3 months ago in Poets
The Tenebrous Fiend
howling echoes light goes out, the dark thickens cold breath on my neck “Tenebrous” —meaning dark, shadowy, obscure. From the Latin tenebrae, meaning “deep shadow”,
By Imola Tóth3 months ago in Poets
Journal '89: The Veilwood Manuscript
Journal '89 Entry #174 It happened again today— one of those strange dreams that make me feel as if I’d been ripped out of my timeline and woken in another.
By Imola Tóth4 months ago in Fiction
Luminous
I always wanted to be the light to guide someone's genius — to shine so bright that I would spark ideas that can't come to life without me.
By Imola Tóth4 months ago in Poets
Monster Made of Stardust. Top Story - October 2025.
Certain mornings the Sun hits the bathroom just right and I can look myself in the eye without having to think anything, but how the light shines through my iris,
By Imola Tóth4 months ago in Poets
Sonnet of the flesh
We found her where the moss had made its bed, bones shimmering, bared by the autumn rain; wild flowers twined about her ribs and head,
By Imola Tóth4 months ago in Poets
The ones who still march
It was getting darker, rain started its pitter-patter against my windshield when I decided to pull over to a narrow road that led into the forest. The next village was 25 kilometers away, and I was too exhausted to keep driving.
By Imola Tóth4 months ago in Fiction
Grapes of Putrescence. Winner in The Sonnet of Shadows Challenge.
They once gleamed with velvet in the sun, indigo skin aglow with carmine flame; the air was drunk as sweetness just begun,
By Imola Tóth4 months ago in Poets
Splinters of remembering
something I don't dare to remember, still haunts me when autumn leaves fall. I got inspired to many haikus for the Falling Leaves challenge, but not all of them was about the falling leaves, as the prompt requested. Some were simply inspired by the season. Anyway, I still wanted to share them.
By Imola Tóth4 months ago in Poets