In Utero
EXCERPTS FROM THE LONGLISTS & SHORTLISTS
FOR THE TARPAULIN SKY BOOK AWARDS
IMAGE: NOAH SATERSTROM
In Utero
EXCERPTS FROM THE LONGLISTS & SHORTLISTS FOR THE TARPAULIN SKY BOOK AWARDS
IMAGE: NOAH SATERSTROM
Catherine Theis, Sophia
“Sleeping. Dream / -ing. Dead. My head / washes ashore. / The female reoccurs.” Excerpts from Catherine Theis’s poetry manuscript, Sophia, a finalist for the 2015 TS Book Prize.
Jane Lewty, Mistune
Excerpts from Jane Lewty’s poetry manuscript, Mistune, a project where the industrial decline of a city is registered polyvocally. It traces how a regional accent is lost, found, and lost again via certain methods, such as recalling the soundscape of 1990s dance music...." A finalist for the 2015 TS Book Prize.
Annette C. Boehm, The Knowledge Weapon
"Accidents are happening / everywhere to everyone; / it’s a wonderful time to be alive." Excerpts from Annette C. Boehm’s poetry manuscript, The Knowledge Weapon, a finalist for the 2015 Tarpaulin Sky Book Prize.
Daniel Carter, Miller’s Ridge: Seasons 1-7
"Despite its comic affectations and slapstick plays for ratings, the Los Angeles Times has declared the season’s heart 'pure Miller’s Ridge,' its core struggle 'a personal grudge match with emotional roots that trail back five seasons.'" Excerpts from Daniel Carter’s poetry manuscript, Miller's Ridge, a finalist for the 2015 TS Book Prize.
Jessica Baran, Common Sense
"Sense is rarely made when plummeting. Some directions / are never foreseeable, like the bitterness parade / in which speech undresses." Excerpts from Jessica Baran’s poetry manuscript, Common Sense, a finalist for the 2015 TS Book Prize.
Emily Martin, Routine & Leisure
"The dinosaurs were distracted. They stood in a row, watching something off screen. A comet perhaps, a single black mark against the sky." Excerpts from Emily Martin’s hybrid manuscript, Routine & Leisure, a finalist for the 2015 TS Book Prize.
Mark Baumer, Yachts
"Sometimes I would rub my face in the corner where the blue carpet smelled like damp, burning goat candles and then my face would smell like damp, burning goat candles." Excerpt from Mark Baumer’s fiction manuscript, Yachts, a finalist for the 2015 TS Book Prize.
Brian Kubarycz, The Instruments I Used
"Fire stormed on ice that winter night. Down turned to coal inside my pillow. A sky above my ceiling and the Devil bright red in it, I ate God’s Holy Bible. One prophet at a time. Deep within my bowels, his mercies turned to sour meal." Excerpts from Brian Kubarycz’s fiction manuscript, The Instruments I Used, a finalist for the 2015 TS Book Prize.
Cindy St. John, Dream Vacation
"I don’t know the names of the stars or their constellations. I don’t know the names of clouds, I don’t know the names of trees, most flowers, most plants in general." Excerpts from Cindy St. John’s poetry manuscript, Dream Vacation, a finalist for the 2015 TS Book Prize.
James Belflower, Doyen
"But I have so many questions summoned for ‘this is my body.’ / phantom on me, / is this tongue? / the current embodiment, foregoing organ / meat a page / light across a half eaten apple." Excerpts from James Belflower’s poetry manuscript, Doyen, a finalist for the 2015 TS Book Prize.