the tiny issue 14 is live!

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

Read the issue at thetinymag.com

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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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

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

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

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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

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

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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 —