Poetry | Tarpaulin Sky Magazine
Poetry | Tarpaulin Sky Magazine
PUBLISHING NOTHING BY BILLY COLLINS SINCE 2003 | IMAGE: NOAH SATERSTROM
Poem by Chris Pusateri
Travel is a means by which you can be observed engaging in agency, asking after whatever / ends / and is our job (strike / that) is our duty / as actors of the state / to observe and interpret.
Two poems by Daniel Borzutzky
Because the dead felt ashamed of dying in the walls
Because the dead felt ashamed of the flowers that covered their graves
Because there was a war in my skin
Poems by Michael Sikkema
Nel was inner-antennaed
gold-veined "seer"
Poems by Dan Hoy
The day
is a measure
of what it
takes the Sun
to forget us.
Poems by Jessica Bozek
Once upon a recent time, a very powerful nation attempted to destroy another nation via a military mission deceptively named Operation Sleep. The very powerful nation succeeded, but for a single inexplicable survivor, known to those unmarked as The Lone Survivor. This book includes his story and many versions of what may or may not be the same story.
Poems by Robert Cole & Juliet Cook
They dig themselves out of the loam. / They kneel fast to the tether stone. / Cult cinema of leg braces and implants flushed // down the toilet again. Keep one (a)breast / and then switch hit her middle / name to Shape Shift....
Jared Joseph, Yizkor & Il enjoying muselé in général but feel dread
"fill us with what we want. / lord give us strength to copy / fill us with what we want / we want / to copulate in love / to violate to blank / to violet. / to violet / to copy in love / to xerox the deity...." Excerpts from Jared Joseph’s poetry manuscripts, Yizkor and Il enjoying muselé in général but feel dread, finalists for the 2015 TS Book Prize.
John Colasacco, Two Teenagers
"Two teenagers run away together to a place where all the lonely are slaughtered. // When they get there, they find a table and a tree." Excerpts from John Colasacco’s poetry manuscript, Two Teenagers, a finalist for the 2015 TS Book Prize...
Jennifer S. Cheng, House A
"Dear Mao, To say your name plainly, as if you were a man of History I knew so well. My uncle as a twenty-year-old in prison, whispering, only it wasn’t a whisper but a drunken fury, They’re trading children, do you understand? Everyone is starving." Excerpts from Jennifer S. Cheng’s poetry manuscript, House A, a finalist for the 2015 TS Book Prize.
Michael Rerick, Communication of Space
"In opposition to the Left and postmodern diffuseness, cultural theorists undo poverty’s multiple hands and reassemble accounts into a limping globalism with a television on its back." Excerpts from Michael Rerick’s prose-poetry manuscript, Communication of Space, a finalist for the 2015 TS Book Prize.