Poetry | Tarpaulin Sky Magazine
Poetry | Tarpaulin Sky Magazine
PUBLISHING NOTHING BY BILLY COLLINS SINCE 2003 | IMAGE: NOAH SATERSTROM
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.
Poems by Kim Vodicka
"I grab my jizzy blankey and put on a bib / to catch the roofies. // Making piggy eyes for love. // I outsourced a boyfriend to autocomplete that pussy. // I crowdfunded a suicide."
Poem by JT Colfax
"Patsy Manson having a cup of urine thrown in her face at Heaven’s Gate … / Patsy Manson chased endlessly at night, round a racetrack by a mechanical rabbit...."
Lara Glenum, JUNK SHOT
“We r strapped // 2 eachother / like some species // of occult glamour // I discharge my titters / over the bodies piling out // of the glass / The reanimation of my pie // in a funk of vex….” Excerpts from Lara Glenum’s poetry manuscript, JUNK SHOT, a finalist for the 2015 TS Book Prize.
Annie Guthrie: Poems
"with vigil, I see outlines / are only choices made by eyes // like a river stepped in by mistake / I think to take you in..." Excerpts from Annie Guthrie's poetry collection, The Good Dark, forthcoming from Tupelo Press.
Lisa Marie Basile and Alyssa Morhardt-Goldstein, excerpts From “Nympholepsy”
"We’re almost fucking but we’re not. We’re all tongue. We’re all tongue down the glass, mouth open and taking. No, we’re not. We’re wasted on memory tonight. We’re fucking memories." -- from Nympholepsy, by Lisa Marie Basile and Alyssa Morhardt-Goldstein, a finalist for the 2017 Tarpaulin Sky Book Prizes.
Five Poems by Kirsten Kaschock
"Take this frackwaste voice you wish / I’d use 4 truth instead of dare. You’ll want // to salt&bury it, so it don’t rise, but where’s / your shovel? Where’s the body?" Kirsten Kaschock's manuscript, Numbness, the Practice was semifinalist for the 2017 Tarpaulin Sky Book Prizes.
Jeff T. Johnson, excerpts from “The Book / Or / The Woods”
"Y the monster has a deck of cards. The back of each a / forest. The monster lays a cross along discarded leaves. The / cards are invisible, but the monster knows they are there...." -- from Jeff T. Johnson's The Book / Or / The Woods, semifinalist for the 2017 Tarpaulin Sky Book Prizes.
Marty Cain, Two Poems
"I dream of my manifest body / and coexisting with toxic waste, I dream of cops / who murder babies, I dream of teachers who murder babies, / I dream of a doctor who says You want a boy / and pulls a cock from his drawer and glues it on / and it dangles flaccid and huge from our infant’s body ..." -- From Marty Cain's The Wound Is (Not) Real: A Memoir, semifinalist for the 2017 Tarpaulin Sky Book Prizes.