Poetry | Tarpaulin Sky Magazine

PUBLISHING NOTHING BY BILLY COLLINS SINCE 2003 | IMAGE: NOAH SATERSTROM

Poetry | Tarpaulin Sky Magazine

PUBLISHING NOTHING BY BILLY COLLINS SINCE 2003 | IMAGE: NOAH SATERSTROM

Two poems by Drew Kalbach

We were friends with the shit-filled paper bag.
It felt nice to be at home in semen, comfortable
to get peed on by strange dogs.
But I mostly wanted to touch your penguin, to pry apart
his beak and to pop pictures of you into his throat.

Prose poems by Sandra Doller

Children are both full of lumine and ill. In my experience, the child you were is the one you kill. Take this icky kiddie before I drop her. Jog on top of me like that, like boot camp. Jump. Jump. Children are glowy like that.

Two poems by Lina ramona Vitkauskas

Poppy stars, come home to me,

you are my little test prawns!

and bring the litmus of being. The bias of celestial skin.

Spread all of your fears onto this Dictaphone.

Poem by Dustin Luke Nelson

Virgin Mary, and associated symbols, we believe thee a fiction, but god be an activist, we pray thee. Virgin Mary, and arbiters of hope, we know thee a fiction, without useful evidence, we pray thee. Virgin Mary, mother of god, be a feminist, we pray thee.

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