Poetry | Tarpaulin Sky Magazine
Poetry | Tarpaulin Sky Magazine
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Alexandra Dillard, How We Tend To Fragile Things
"Death followed her so I did too. He cut her hair and I wore her clothes. When Death lit her cigarettes I mixed her drinks." Excerpts from Alexandra Dillard’s poetry manuscript, How We Tend To Fragile Things, a finalist for the 2015 TS Book Prize.
Colin Post, lynx perpetual lynx
"This map of iterations is no more a marked surfys, but rather the luscent screan hung before each port. The arrivals are no more marked in ink, but rather arrayed in leight." Excerpts from Colin Post’s hybrid-genre manuscript, lynx perpetual lynx, a finalist for the 2015 TS Book Prize.
Marty Cain, Kids of the Black Hole
"this is my confessional poem / this is my poem which rises from the dead / this is my poem which eats lesser poems...." Excerpts from Marty Cain’s poetry manuscript, Kids of the Black Hole, a finalist for the 2015 TS Book Prize.
Amy Thomas, Lung Song
"In the night, your mouth gapes and I make a y incision along my own collarbones, flesh peeling away with a sugared lip...." Excerpts from Amy Thomas’s poetry manuscript, Lung Song, a finalist for the 2015 TS Book Prize.
Angela Veronica Wong, Elsa
"If you shove your fingers in her mouth she / might finally shut up. Or at least you / might finally get her off. For me, / there’s a forty-sixty chance that would do. / I’d say for most girls that’s true. Elsa / is on the brink of utter violence." Excerpts from Angela Veronica Wong’s poetry manuscript, Elsa, a finalist for the 2015 Tarpaulin Sky Book Prize.
Candice Wuehle, BOUND
“Important information has been omitted / only because I cannot recall how it was ever included. // OBSCENE ACTION / Greek / too violent or complicated / for the stage/an invention of a traumatized poet // obscene/ob skene / off screen / un seen // IE: ghosts, / suicides, gas.” Excerpts from Candice Wuehle’s poetry manuscript, BOUND, a finalist for the 2015 TS Book Prize.
Poem by Lauren Russell: “11-9-16”
Poem by Lauren Russell, following the 2016 US Election. "Distraught in possibility, the men are afraid of becoming redundant, the whites are afraid of going extinct. I say this to my mother, who is white. I say 'they,' not 'you,' not her, a part of me. 61% European by the DNA test = 0% white by the one drop law, a ghosting."
Poem by Brenda Sieczkowski: “| holding cell |”
Poem by Brenda Sieczkowski, following the 2016 US Election: "...we hold onto these truths for dear life we hold these truths hostage we hold a torch for a mirror up to bar no holds on hold the line of the fort of the grudge of these truths we are losing our hold on these truths we are holding a gun to these truths..."
Three poems by Lisa Marie Basile
"it is not subtle, our kind of sin / as when bioluminescent angels glitter the black expanse / it is called nyctiluca. / isn’t it ravishing? / isn’t it how it feels to hunt / and make of our meat God and child."
Poem by Phillip Lee Duncan
Her "soul" abed with "regret"... / (Both demanding quotation marks)... / Was, over the last week and a half, / Like that two-headed dog / Locked inside a car with the windows rolled up.