FMSBW has released Between First & Second Sleep with praise wonderful fellow poets, including Matthew Zapruder, Donald Beagle, Beau Beausoleil, Mary Julia Klimenko, and Kevin Killian, who wrote of my debut collection: “Tamsin Smith’s WORD CAVE is a book to savor with great pleasure. It’s not only a kind of poetry new to me, it’s several kinds, […]Read Post ›
Announcing the release of my verse collection Word Cave; now available on Amazon.com. Published by Risk Press, this beautiful book features a cover portrait by Emilio Villalba (see featured photo) back cover collage detail by Matt Gonzalez, and photographs by Josh Smith, All proceeds from the sale of the book benefit SITES UNSEEN a non-profit, which activates alleys around Yerba Buena in […]Read Post ›
I order tea Called exuberant Waiting for you Bystanders steer Me to mango mist Buttery cloud Without the try How could I know If oolong’s my type What tale the leaves will bring Lost In alleyways We pass Words Like oxygen Drop smiles In cups As fortunes
by Tamsin Smith 1 a.m. I am aroused by dark remembrance a small child sniffling unconsoled and forgotten on her school stairwell while I remain a single chair floating in a garden uncertain where to turn the mess I’ve been working paint stroke and dab to push without losing the something it already has […]Read Post ›
By Tamsin Smith Another night’s scroll Through tender shares A couple in Paris snaps Anubis escorting the dead Three thousand years of remembering It’s never too late for grace Or to show oneself how The public passion of a sunset reveals Even a vendor’s neon sign can Heart-alter an offer We are betrayed by […]Read Post ›
by Tamsin Smith don’t say we’re done run out of wonder we . turquoise & sarcoline mikado & wenge . synthetizers of spectrum we optionalize intertwinement . draw the lark of lush delight from the throat of twilight . — red / yellow / blue — — see / feel / do — . […]Read Post ›
by Tamsin Smith . like your mouth when you sleep words present in absence once minus one one into ocean one from the sum of home and yonder one’s intention is forever dividing away from its lone integer tailoring new endings < and cheers to that! > […]Read Post ›
by Tamsin Smith under homespun cover things not visible impress the more by their lack of need to merchandize the unexplored . regard the vast buttressed iridescent artistry of red abalone which occurs internally or at least within . his hinged shell of home or hers whose domed contours capture —what vast Sistine cravings we […]Read Post ›
by Tamsin Smith This poem was written to mark the 10th anniversary of the bombing of Baghdad’s famed literary corridor Al Mutanabbi Street on March 5, 2007. Your voice modulates the radio. And everything near. Leaning, I imagine you, to keep from falling. Wherever we are, we are always up against whatever else remains. As […]Read Post ›
