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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

  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 

Email: tyger quarterly @ gmail dot com 

©2022 TQ

Katana Smith


Attending to my nothing
matters on Thursday when

work is over I go to the store
with the beautiful bay windows

and buy you something there
a pair of white leather gloves

that look like someone died
wearing them for your birthday

I buy a book of matches a photo
also of a woman wearing a pair

of white gloves standing still
in a studio somewhere before

a curtain of black velvet wearing
flowers in her hair and a white dress

with one gloved hand on a vase.
I wanted to buy you a picture

of a Black person I looked
through all the old photos

to no avail I am the only
Black person here. I go

to Trader Joes because
I need to eat and buy champagne

for you for your birthday
I am so lucky you are alive

I hope someone will buy
the photo of us that I keep

near my desk where we are
standing together in an apple

orchard and I need to buy apples
to eat on your birthday I’m fast

passing through the store in and out
the cashier says, “those are my favorite”

when I bring her the apples, “those are my
favorite” like they say here to anything at all.

                    FRENCH TOGETHER 

                                                                           I asked her do you think I’m a special person? We were sitting in her kitchen
                                                                           having the affogatos I’d begged her to make in her tiny glasses. Do you think
                                                                           I’m special? I leaned my head against her soft green wall the wall she painted
                                                                           herself after begging her landlord just to paint the wall in her own apartment
                                                                           and how she painted it with a large round roller and told me this is perfect
                                                                           and she fed me there garbanzo beans and spinach in a large flat dish
                                                                           when the sun went down and it was finally time for dinner. I told he
                                                                           about a boy I knew once bought me a box of French pastries little
                                                                           puffy things tucked in a plain white box wrapped in a green ribbon. We
                                                                           had taken French together and I told him often that I dreamed of moving
                                                                           to Paris which so far I had not done. I always thought I would somehow
                                                                           be forced to do it somehow be pushed like out of a car maybe I would wake up
                                                                           there one morning smoking a cigarette and with dark eyeliner under each eye
                                                                           speaking to the waiter at a cafe in beautiful clear phlegmatic sentences. I realize
                                                                           now he must have been in love with me. My friend that is. She looked at me
                                                                           carefully with her large heavy eyes I wished she could hold me in place against
                                                                           the soft green grass wall I should have told him that I loved him I would be
                                                                           married every day he would bring me a plain white box with a green ribbon and inside
                                                                           I would be a very special person every day but now she is just looking
                                                                           at me and I am not a wife.

Biographical Statement

Katana Smith is a poet from Aurora, Colorado and a graduate of Knox College, where she was a McNair Scholar. She is a graduate student in the MA+MFA program at Northwestern University.