the tiny issue 14 is live! The cover art Bedroom (2023) is by KB Jones. Read the issue at thetinymag.com
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it’s the years people feel the least patriotic that you get the most / fireworks Oki Sogumi from issue seven
This year marks 20 years since the tiny published its first issue. Today, we’re opening submissions for our fourteenth issue. the tiny adheres to the guidelines of the Palestinian Campaign for the Academic and Cultural Boycott of Israel (PACBI). See more details here: thetinymag.com/submit
Honored to have a selection from my forthcoming book in the March/April issue of American Poetry Review. You can read it online too: aprweb.org/poems/from-w... Thanks, @elizabethscanlon.bsky.social!
Take the foot, for example, as the accessible metaphor & since it has now been mentioned, spoiled. Conceptual thought starts as a lie; the permit was paid for just not on time. The structure of self is that each person packed into this room needs
if we lived in poems we’d never watch TV well, we would, but with an audience watching us trying to be an audience awkward to have a record of aimless spirals’ varying degrees of casualness some days nothing crystallizes until you see an overpriced chicken
I had to pretend I hadn’t just made myself come. I couldn’t remember if I washed the wetness off my hands. For days I thought of nothing but getting you off. It was humid. I sweat through my shirts. I couldn’t tell anyone, kept studying my face in the mirror.
Follow The Spirit, The Trail of Slurring Auras that ride the night tearful ad hominem inside an ambulance. Fighting cocks inside your ribcage, the Internet said a heart attack. Prattle the idle, coaxing needles needling the need to
my house is my horse I am never not surprised by yr gentleness I just missed the most watched television program ever among morning leaves puddles the sun bees hovered abt the sugar skulls dirty & sweet on the rusty candelabras candied violet in the skull’s last hat I really want to stick it
A Train Refrain train as vehicle as music train as ritual as flag train as timepiece a marker train as geometry or frame train as library, memory train as flight and dive train is as a cormorant, as lung, hook, and eye train as the train is a train easing into its terminal
I give up my lizard yeah go find heat buddy I live in a bank it’s all like “water” I’m like “ca$h” dammit $$$ so I don’t sun nor are there rocks to be upon I have bosses have bosses have pulled through by noses I’m a dry fish is how I met the lizard yes lizard in the day’s heat pulsed and shone
Without deciphering it I'll spend the rest of here Succumbing to the absolute I lost time In the difficulty Of being The air of the body Is not spliced With words Few hours remain: Unlearning to fear While staying in top form Regarding technology Maged Zaher from issue 4 thetinymag.com/maged-zaher
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orange blossoms orange blossoms the ruinous before us, celebrating though ghostly apparition, ghostly occurrences, a wind thrashing, a rustle of leaves, freeways —