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the tiny issue 14 is live!

The cover art Bedroom (2023) is by KB Jones.

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it’s the years people feel the least patriotic that you get the most / fireworks

Oki Sogumi from issue seven

Farid Matuk from issue 8

"Space isn't empty"

Alice Notley from issue 11

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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:

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Kyle Dacuyan from issue nine

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Sitting on a wood table is the March/April 2025 issue of American Poetry Review featuring a photo of Alex Dimitrov. A finger is pointing to text on the cover that says, “Gina Myers / from Works & Days”

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!

Craig Santos Perez from issue 5

truly! we love stephanie's poems

or sincerity—minor/major/otherwise/in. It was good noodles

under stuttered brown light. My understanding cast itself

into the line drawing we inhabit—pushing, pushing.

@azimmerman.bsky.social from issue 9

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less space than me; how I wag my pallbearer’s head

at any less than full collapse; how there is purpose

to cartography beyond counting the measure. I almost left!

Year of jubilation! My practice of writing about desire for silence

does not bring me closer to the totality of perfect rest

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

something inside you finally feels instinctual
says it should be $5
your stomach says $5
not the chicken

Violet Spurlock from issue 11

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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

down my chest. I let you 
take it off me, in my mind, 
because you were far away. 
I felt impossibly jealous 
of your hands on a glass 
in Philadelphia. Of the glass, 
I mean, which got to 
touch you. It was so dumb. 

Stephanie Cawley from issue 12

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You can’t see
your own face, what I kept 
repeating the day we hardly 
left bed. When we did 
we watched a man turn into 
a fly on film. A life was just 
a collection of images 
happening to one person. 
A kind of screen 
for experience. I wanted, 
vaguely, to cry. 
I wore a shirt that buttoned

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.

who put away the altar years ago

And care. What is it?

Raquel Gutiérrez from issue 4
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be with someone that can find and put out the fires during a drought.

Who will take care of you when gossip surrounds you like revelers and effigy, who will watch over the you

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

I love to brandish my conflicted lips
dry goods some just raid I
wear my karma so it shows

Steven Alvarez from issue 6

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to a small town lawyer little
lettuce a bunch of poison arrows
but I watched
how a mist cd coax it open
I exited the arena in my underwear waving a chair
do they make hand pajamas
I wuz lying in the bathtub infected but I still
remember it as a very good time

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

where a woman says you can be whatever you wanna be at the beach.

@slanders.bsky.social from issue 5

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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

Mathias Svalina, from the new issue of The Tiny Mag:

www.thetinymag.com/current-issue

and I was like “water”
“water” the bank said “$$$$$$”
my nose was like “yes”
the liz was “what is it?”

I was alive to the emotion
I knew my breath was being held

liz goes
for me it has melted

all my lucre goes
teeter-totter on a scale

@sophiadahlin.bsky.social

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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