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AWP 2016

Tarpaulin Sky Press & Friends at AWP 2016 in Los Angeles, March 30 – April 2: Anomalous, Denver Quarterly, Dorothy, Drunken Boat, Goldline / Ricochet, Noemi, Real Pants, Shearsman. Brent Armendinger, Cameron Awkward-Rich, drea brown, Cathy Linh Che, Ching-In Chen, Kirstin Chen, Maxine Chernoff, Shira Dentz, Claire Donato, Scott Esposito, Carrie Etter, Elisabeth Frost, Temim Fruchter, Chloe Garcia-Roberts, A. Kendra Greene, Dana Green, Elizabeth Hall, Sandra Hunt, Grace Shuyi Liew, Manuel Paul Lopez, Deborah Meadows, Nathan Parker, Kim Parko, Suzanne Scanlon, Tim Tomlinson….


Shira Dentz curates: six reviews, an interview, and a tribute

Melanie Jordan’s Hallelujah for the Ghosties reviewed by Barbara Duffey; Ander Monson’s Letter to a Future Lover reviewed by Kelly Lydick; Nicholas Mosley’s Metamorphosis reviewed by Michael Mejia; Wendy S. Walters’ Multiply/Divide reviewed by Aisha Sabatini Sloan; Tom Williams’ Among the Wild Mulattos reviewed by Matthew Kirkpatrick; Marina Zurkow’s The Petroleum Manga reviewed by Michael McLane; Nathan Meltz and Shira Dentz interview Tomm Moore; and the late Stephen Rodefer is paid tribute by Martin Corless-Smith.


Steven Dunn, excerpts from Potted Meat, in Columbia Journal

Columbia Journal features fiction by Steven Dunn: excerpts from his debut novel, Potted Meat, forthcoming from Tarpaulin Sky Press in 2016. “Chrissy Ann don’t stink. She smells like work. Like how I smell like coal smoke. She lives at the end of the holla on top of a mountain and has lots of hogs and chickens. She feeds them every morning. When I was at her house her little brother stuck a stick up the hog’s butt. Chrissy Ann slapped the shit out of him. Then she hugged the hog. Then she said we should take a walk in the woods to get out the heat and away from her stupid brother….”


is to Billy Collins as love is to domestic violence

Lital Khaikin, Three Poems

“Salvation is a drug, push the dopamine dosage in regular intervals – until screaming hero in chains. From her hands into her mouth, obedient. Promised salvation. The body of Christ taken with a glass of wine. Sacral flesh in the throat. She takes the body of the saviour into her, takes flesh and myth, and believes she is saved.”

lisa basile

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.”

phillip duncan

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.”

jt colfax

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.



Sandy Florian, The Chair

“Having climbed all five thousand stairs of the towering high-rise, OUR AUTHOR, in a red state of rage, erupts wildly into the room, and there, seeing that he was late to the conference, seeing that there were already so many authors at the table already, a million authors with a billion inflections, OUR AUTHOR thinks to himself that to pose even a single assertion, to converse with even a single poet, simply would not do….” Excerpts from Sandy Florian’s prose manuscript, The Chair, a finalist for the 2015 TS Book Prize.


MR Sheffield, We Are the Blood

“Lil Kim was important to physics. She came up with the ‘Gigantic Shit Ton of Shit We Cannot Understand Theory’ which attempts to make sense of the ways in which the universe can be so fundamentally fucked the hell up.” Short fictions from MR Sheffield’s manuscript, We Are the Blood, a finalist for the 2015 TS Book Prize.


Laynie Browne, Periodic Companions

“In our actions we are beyond the believable and we divine, through tea leaves or wind, chemical signals, market rates or text codes of our clan— where we are driven next— furthest from before. Join our little gathering despite these many faults and without which we wonder whose art is reverential. Meet our misshapen family.” Excerpts from Laynie Browne’s novel manuscript, Periodic Companions, a finalist for the 2015 TS Book Prize.


Mark Baumer, Yachts

“Sometimes I would rub my face in the corner where the blue carpet smelled like damp, burning goat candles and then my face would smell like damp, burning goat candles.” Excerpts from Mark Baumer’s fiction manuscript, Yachts, a finalist for the 2015 TS Book Prize.


Brian Kubarycz, The Instruments I Used

“Fire stormed on ice that winter night. Down turned to coal inside my pillow. A sky above my ceiling and the Devil bright red in it, I ate God’s Holy Bible. One prophet at a time. Deep within my bowels, his mercies turned to sour meal.” Excerpts from Brian Kubarycz’s fiction manuscript, The Instruments I Used, a finalist for the 2015 TS Book Prize.


Rachel Levy, A Book So Red

“At a certain point, Mitzi had no idea. ‘I saw a gang,’ she said. // ‘Were they soldiers?’ // ‘They were flowers. It was summer. I love you.’ // I told Mitzi she was sick, like a person with lice or a demon. // ‘I love you,’ I said, but that was a lie, a demon or a word that conceals another.” Excerpts from Rachel Levy’s A Book So Red, winner of the 2014 Caketrain Competition and finalist for the TS Book Prize.

Indeterminate Texts & Images

which may or may not be twice- or thrice-listed in other genres. Please don't freak out.

Carl Ferrero, Words & Pictures

Carl Ferrero’s work has been exhibited at Feature Inc., Vox Populi, the Bronx Museum of the Arts, Artists Space, The Elizabeth Foundation, Los Angeles Contemporary Exhibitions, Exile gallery in Berlin, and Artenova in Italy.


Emily Carr, Name Your Bird Without A Gun

“Her voice is like a carnation sucking water, sucking blue. / She drinks. Hello she says. / Yes she says like the lion of St. Mark, with liquid nonchalance….” Excerpts from Emily Carr’s hybrid manuscript, Name Your Bird Without A Gun: A Tarot Novel, a finalist for the 2015 TS Book Prize.


Vanessa Roveto, The Clinic

Medical practice as psycho-erotic soap opera. A mad philosophical speculation, a pseudo-scientific meditation. This is a horror show. Excerpts from Vanessa Roveto’s hybrid-genre manuscript, The Clinic, a finalist for the 2015 TS Book Prize.


Andy Fitch, Garageland

“You ask yourself what value (in terms of life, of action) ‘Up in Heaven’s’ bizarre punk/pop fusion holds, for precisely which audience. You wonder if Mick’s departure from punk sound, if not punk sentiment, betrays its own escapist anxieties before what Nietzsche describes as the two worst contagions: ‘great nausea at man,’ ‘great pity for man.'” Excerpts from Andy Fitch’s hybrid-genre manuscript, Garageland, a finalist for the 2015 TS Book Prize.



“I’m no amateur when it comes to negotiations, but I’m willing to offer you my head. I’m willing to sacrifice myself to continue the species. This is an institution of unsportsmanlike policies and I’m doing my best to generate a little public interest.” Excerpts from Paul Cunningham’s hybrid-genre manuscript, GOAL/TENDER MEAT/TENDER, a finalist for the 2015 TS Book Prize.


Arisa White, dear Gerald

“I watch a housewife on TV tell how she lost her leg at six to a farm machine. She’s beautiful—looks like a horse—but in her head she’s missing a leg.” Excerpts from Arisa White’s cross-genre manuscript, dear Gerald, a finalist for the 2015 TS Book Prize.



Lital Khaikin, Three Poems

“Salvation is a drug, push the dopamine dosage in regular intervals – until screaming hero in chains. From her hands into her mouth, obedient. Promised salvation. The body of Christ taken with a glass of wine. Sacral flesh in the throat. She takes the body of the saviour into her, takes flesh and myth, and believes she is saved.”


Plinth Vol.4

Beautiful monsterchild of the equinoctial super-bloodmoon eclipse, the fourth issue of Plinth, published by Unwin-Dunraven Literary Ecclesia, features work by Tarpaulin Sky Press author Claire Donato along with Purdey Lord Kreiden (whose new collection, Scolopendrum, is forthcoming from Action Books in April 2016), Nick Greer, Matthew Johnstone, A.A. Walker, Jayme Russell, C.C. Parker, Alina Popa, and Lital Khaikin.


Slab, by Selah Saterstrom, now available from Coffee House Press

On a slab that’s all Katrina left of her Mississippi home, Tiger tells her story, and it is as American as Horatio Alger, Schwab’s Pharmacy, and a tent revival. She was a stripper, but is she now a performance artist and best-selling author, and it is really Barbara Walters she’s narrating this tale to? Slab is how a girl ends up in the backwash of decadence and sin, and how out of the flotsam and jetsam she might construct a story of herself and the South to carry her to salvation.

Elytron Frass

Fiction by Elytron Frass

“Gematria”: The honeycomb; the scutes of a turtle’s carapace; the ideal crystalline structure of graphine and Hanksite; Benzene, the simplest aromatic compound; the James Webb Space Telescope—efficient polygons with six edges and six verticals. A regular hexagon has six rotational symmetries and six reflection symmetries; these make up the dihedral group D6….




Interview with Jan Clausen – Part 1

Tarpaulin Sky is delighted to have the opportunity to interview “hostile” writer Jan Clausen, author of Veiled Spill: A Sequence, and author recently praised and admonished in American Poetry Review and The Rumpus respectively.



Noelle Kocot’s ‘Phantom Pains of Madness’ Reviewed by Erin Lyndal Martin

In his 1917 essay “Art as Device,” Viktor Shklovsky wrote: “the purpose of art is to impart the sensation of things as they are perceived, and not as they are known. The technique of art is to make objects ‘unfamiliar,’ to make forms difficult, to increase the difficulty and length of perception because the process of perception is an aesthetic end in itself, and must be prolonged.”


Books that other publishers have been kind enough to send us in the hope that you will review them. Please do. Reviewing is good for everyone involved. Bonus: reviewers whose reviews are accepted for publication on tarpaulinsky.com receive any Tarpaulin Sky Press paperback of their choice. If you’re interested in reviewing one of the titles below, please send a brief cover letter to reviews[at] tarpaulinsky[dot]com and include “Attn: Review Editors” in the subject line. Publishers (or authors), please send review copies to Tarpaulin Sky Press, PO Box 189, Grafton, VT 05146.