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Literature, PoetryMarch 16, 2014

little lambs and my dog

Charlotte and the Boat, by Jihane Mossali

Charlotte and the Boat, by Jihane Mossali

                       i

the music began like a baby
small faces (delicate fruit sounds)
a terrible noise in the back room

I am folding up baby
& dropping a hole into the well
lost her voice oh no
her eyes stared straight up at the sun

she folds into smaller pieces
origami’s little lamb
pain (oh) starry night

& then she grew again
another instant commotion
silver humming like water
like laughter in a jewel box

ii

there was this game once
I was a bean inside my father’s ear
for lack of skin I crawled out from
an old animal

I walked through mirrors
settled down to sleep next
to the little lambs & my dog spot

~ Mary Kasimor

Mary Kasimor grew up in Minnesota and now lives in both Minnesota and Washington (State).  She has most recently been published in the following journals: ‘Yew Journal’, ‘Big Bridge’, ‘Otoliths’, ‘Certain Circuits’, ‘MadHat’, ‘Ditch’, ‘Word For/Word’, and ‘Posit’.  She received a Fellowship from US poets in Mexico for the 2011 Conference.  She has had several books of poetry published, most recently a chapbook, ‘The Windows Hallucinate’ (LRL Textile Series, 2013).  She will have a new collection of poetry published in 2014, entitled ‘The Landfill Dancers’ (BlazeVox Books).

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April 24, 2021

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But… all good things must come to an end, especially when we look at the ever-expanding art and literary landscape in Pakistan, the country of the magazine’s birth.

We are amazed and proud of what the next generation of creators are working with, the themes they are featuring, and their inclusivity in the diversity of voices they are publishing. When TMS began, this was the world we envisioned…

Though the magazine has closed and our submissions shuttered, this website will remain open for the foreseeable future as an archive of the great work we published and the astounding collection of diverse voices we were privileged to feature.

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