Poetry | Tarpaulin Sky Magazine
Poetry | Tarpaulin Sky Magazine
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Genya Turovskaya, The World Is Not The World
"The stars are different here, the stars do not make sense / I can connect these burning dots / There is a hummingbird / There a dancing bear / There a face with night pouring out of the black sockets of its eyes...." Excerpts from Genya Turovskaya’s poetry manuscript, The World Is Not The World, a finalist for the 2015 TS Book Prize.
Jacqueline Kari, TWA: A Masque
Picking apart apart the bones of the Child ballad, “The Twa Sisters,” reinterpreting its tale of sororicide and retribution as a a masque that glitters with constellations of love triangles, a katabatic trip to graveland, and the yoked fates of two sisters twinned from their balladic, fairy-tale archetypes. Excerpts from Jacqueline Kari's poetry manuscript, TWA: A Masque, finalist for the 2015 TS Book Prize.
Megin Jiménez, Lone Stories
"The Unborn knew this: We needed a beauty queen shooting wolves from a plane. We needed a cowboy in the house. We needed blue eyes hatched in cornfield silos. We needed the destruction that can only come from victory. We needed the hyphenated snap of Northamerican efficiency sounding universal in throats galore." Excerpts from Megin Jiménez’s poetry manuscript, Lone Stories, a finalist for the 2015 TS Book Prize.
Ally Harris, Her Twin Was After Me
"I came from garbage, the daughter of a prison plumber, daughter of a man whose feet are baptized in shit. I came from garbage. I rose up from a borrowed backyard with a noon glaze and twigs mussing my malformed head." Excerpts from Ally Harris’s poetry manuscript, Her Twin Was After Me, 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.
Geoffrey Babbitt, Five Poems
“the temporal unfolding / an expression of eternality / -- sun thrashing -- / Office of the Dead reminds medieval believers // to prepare -- the here / and now should be put to good / use -- the plot is / acknowledging the way -- nature folded // into grace, the grace / of something unnamable” -- from "On Time and the Office of the Dead," by Geoffrey Babbitt
Kiki Petrosino, Two Villanelles
"When I dream of the future, I’m always alone. / But something drags me with fear teeth. / I don’t know what I want. I only love / what I’m Lord of. Teach me, or else." -- from "Purgatorio," by Kiki Petrosino.
Laynie Browne, Two Poems
"She closed her eyes and remained very still, until she began to feel the language inside her soften, until the gormless dissolved, until gothic overtones rose to the surface, fell and expired into the theatrics supporting her, until her breathing became a succession of cures. What is literature for?"
Poem by Jennifer S. Cheng: “Inside Our Killing”
Post-election poem by Jennifer S. Cheng. "In the end: our dead animal. Mottled fur, and I have sucked you dry. Marrow the bone with which I cleanse my teeth."