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Issue 1: Spring 2022

  1. Serena Solin
  2. Toby Altman  
  3. S. Brook Corfman
  4. Katana Smith
  5. Natalee Cruz
  6. Emma Wilson
  7. Ashley Colley
  8. Colin Criss 
  9. Jack Chelgren
  10. Stefania Gomez 

Issue 2: Summer 2022
  1. Matthew Klane
  2. Ryan Nhu
  3. TR Brady
  4. Alana Solin
  5. K. Iver
  6. Emily Barton Altman
  7. William Youngblood
  8. Alex Wells Shapiro  
  9. Sasha Wiseman
  10. Yunkyo Moon-Kim


Issue 3: Fall 2022
  1. Sun Yung Shin
  2. Rosie Stockton
  3. Adele Elise Williams & Henry Goldkamp
  4. Noa Micaela Fields
  5. Miriam Moore-Keish
  6. Fred Schmalz
  7. Katy Hargett-Hsu
  8. Alicia Mountain
  9. Austin Miles
  10. Carlota Gamboa

  Birthday Presents
       for William Blake

    Five Words for William Blake
        on His 265th Birthday
            (after Jack Spicer)
 


Issue 4: Winter 2023

  1. MICHAEL CHANG 
  2. Daniel Borzutzky
  3. Alicia Wright
  4. Asha Futterman
  5. Ellen Boyette
  6. S Cearley
  7. Sebastián Páramo
  8. Abbey Frederick
  9. Caylin Capra-Thomas
  10. maryhope|whitehead|lee & Ryan Greene


Issue 5: Spring 2023

  1. Jose-Luis Moctezuma 
  2. Peter Leight
  3. Rachel Galvin
  4. Sophia Terazawa
  5. Katherine Gibbel
  6. Lloyd Wallace
  7. Timothy Ashley Leo
  8. Jessica Laser
  9. Kira Tucker
  10. Michael Martin Shea


Issue 6: Summer 2023

An Introduction to Tyger Quarterly’s The Neo-Surrealist Interview Series

1. Mary Jo Bang 
2. Marty Cain 
3. Dorothy Chan 
4. Aditi Machado 
5. Alicia Mountain
6. Serena Solin
7. Marty Riker 
8. Francesca Kritikos
9. Luther Hughes
10. Toby Altman

Bonus: William Blake Tells All


Issue 7: Fall 2023 


1. Dennis James Sweeney 
2. M. Cynthia Cheung
3. Nathaniel Rosenthalis
4. Reuben Gelley Newman
5. James Kelly Quigley 
6. Christine Kwon
7. Maxwell Rabb
8. Maura Pellettieri 
9. Patty Nash 
10. Alyssa Moore


Issue 8: Winter 2024
1. Julian Talamantez Brolaski
2. Elizabeth Marie Young
3. Michael Gardner 
4. Steffan Triplett 
5. Margaret Yapp
6. Chelsea Tadeyeske
7. June Wilson 
8. Dawn Angelicca Barcelona
9. Evan Williams 
10. Brendan Sherry 


Issue 9 + 10: Spring/Summer 2024
1. Emily Pittinos 
2. Lisa Low 
3. Binx Perino 
4. Kai Ihns
5. Alex Tretbar 
6. Joanie Cappetta 
7. Mike Bagwell
8. Kelly Clare
9. Antonio Vargas-Nieto 
10. Olivia Sio Tse 

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11. Jackson Watson
12. Myka Kielbon
13. Henie Zhang
14. David Brennan
15. Ann Pedone
16. Maddy Chrisman-Miller
17. Ronnie Sirmans
18. Evan Goldstein
19. Anne Marie Rooney
20. Cameron Lovejoy


Issue 11: Fall 2024

Laocoön, at the top reads “Where any view of Money exists Art cannot be carried on but War only.” In this spirit of Blake, rather than putting out a new issue of poetry, the Tygers of Tyger Quarterly have put together links to writing, and other medias, that have figured as meaningful reading, writing, listening as we continue the fight to end Israel’s ongoing genocide in Palestine.

1. My Palestinian Poem that “The New Yorker” Wouldn’t Publish by Fady Joudah (from LARB)
2. No Human Being Can Exist + No Human Being Can Exist by Saree Makdisi (from N+1)
3. Under the Jumbotron + William Blake’s ‘Laocoön’: Why this poet’s engraving reads like a protest poster” by Anahid Nersessian (from LRB + The Yale Review) 
4. On Israel and Lebanon: A Response to Adrienne Rich from One Black Woman by June Jordan (from New York War Crimes)
5. Genocide Leaves No Illusions in Tact by Yasmeen Daher (from Verso)
6. Can You Tell Us Why This Is Happening: Testimonies from Gaza (from N+1)
7. Landing: Skateboarding in Palestine by Maen Hammad (Bonus Documentary: Epicly Palestined: The Birth of Skateboarding in the West Bank) (from N+1 + SkatePal)
8. Palestine is Everywhere, and It Is Making Us More Free: More Letters from The Apocalypse by George Abraham and Sarah Aziza (from The Nation)
9. Liberation Pedagogy at the People’s University for Gaza by Amir Marshi (from MQR)
10. “We,” A Poem for Palestine by Ghayath Almadhoun (from Outlook India) 
11. Resources Towards a Free Palestine (from Mizna)
12. Crimes Against Language: The Moral Truth of Israel’s War Against Gaza is not Difficult to Grasp by Sarah Aziza (from The Baffler)
13. Israelism: The Awakening of Young American Jews dir.  Erin Axelman and Sam Eilertsen
14. [excerpt from Palestine (+100)] Editor’s Introduction by Basma Ghalayini +  “The Curse of the Mud Ball Kid” by Mazen Maarouf (translated by Jonathan Wright)
15. If I Must Die by Refaat Alareer (from In These Times)



Email: tyger quarterly @ gmail dot com 



©2022 TQ



Christine Kwon













WHEN YOUR MONTH IS LONELY...


When your month is lonely…
The walk is lovely
but you won’t walk it
the ground wet as eyelashes
the fronds dripping steady streams
water tapping the fountain
frogs chirping
it strikes your heart with fear
the night gathering as a pool in the trees
along the fence
the sun small and pink and dying in the distance
behind some stupid houses
and though you could call someone
it may be worse—
you’d have to entertain,
take out the cheese and wine
say something clever
maybe you should just stay with the night
find just one insect outside
and follow it
tonight I found a brown moth
with yellow eyes like an owl
opening and closing
not particularly lustrous
like a grandmother’s dress
a black line running through the hem
skirting the floor
for a few days I was afraid of my damp
feet on the wood after pacing the night
like a lantern my body
remembered I had to train myself
to remember nothing was happening
I was not unmoored
I could be so sensible
and night so easy—







RESIGNATION SYNDROME



It’s so hot the swamp is rotting.
Why have all the swan boats not flown away?
Why are the white herons not flying wherever they go to desert us.
Forget script, the children don’t know their last names.
They take up the whole page as if the universe is pulling them apart.
After the parade the son of a cop ran down nine bikers.
I walked past their bodies on the ground.
That same season a woman was severed in half.
She was picking up beads thrown from a masked rider.
The bedsheet the cops tented over her quickly bloomed red.

No more spring or fall.
There are two seasons now.
Red flames or blue flames, hot or icy hot.
Why do the hairless squirrels chase one another up the tree?
Soon, no more acorns, flowers, bees.
I stopped a child from stamping out a caterpillar.
There will be nothing to eat up your body when you’re dead, I said.
The only thing worse than rotting is not rotting.
No hole for the soul to escape from.
I’m the best kind of teacher.

Ah, just bring us the beignets and frozen coffees and syrupy ice.
What matter if our eyes and feet and hands rot still attached.
If our feet crystallize white dust like ubersweet fruit.
It’s not like we go for a walk.
Let’s stay home and grade the students’ papers.
They don’t know left from right or how to tie their shoes.
When they grow up they want to be viral stars.
Maybe they will sprout tentacles where their hands and feet used to be.
And the shoe industry will boom.
And we will only see what’s visible in blue light.

No one has children anymore anyway.
There’s no one left to teach them.
All the teachers have perished under the bridges.
The mayor moved their tents from the park.
When they approach my car, I fiddle with the radio.
Refugee children in Sweden have fallen into comas and won’t wake up.
They’re perfectly healthy otherwise, sleeping beauties waiting.
Once their parents gain citizenship they wake up and go to school.
What a terrible dream, they say, blinking like goldfish.
I’m in such a state I’m planning on being absent, absent, absent.









JOSEPH CORNELL’S OBSERVATIONS WALKING DOWN A STREET



Tawdry bodegas.
Fake furniture because no one owns it yet.
Meters running up.
Ironwork! Fur, Majolica, fur, hat. Glass. Person.
The local estuary, open at 9:00 a.m.
A beautiful person.
I feel a fruit growing inside my chest.
Big and soft, but with seeds.
Gorgeous names: Isidore, Azealia, Clyde, Ulysses,
Lafayette. Evening’s falling to
blue wet realms of trees.
Leafy nothing. Winds ring the bells.
Your name appears in my mouth
and I feel a little cold. Lovers, a bystander in plaid.






Biographical Statement

Christine Kwon lives in New Orleans. Her first book, A Ribbon the Most Perfect Blue (2023), won the Cowles Poetry Book Prize.