lucy tiven is editing the second issue of plain wrap press’s online quarterly, quarter, set to come out in december and would appreciate submissions by mid november. she can be emailed directly at or through the plain wrap email, which goes through a bunch of tubes and wires and comes out in a spam folder checked ~every fortnight alongside things about winning the british lottery. so really, it’s all up to you 

Quarter 03

I am guest editing Plain Wrap Press’s Quarter 03. No theme, but I’m circulating a list of my favorite things, should they be of interest. Submissions are open until March 10. Looking for poetry, prose, and especially visual art. Send submissions to

I’m not on Facebook currently, so if you have questions hmu at Also, I gchat.

Wander into a Room

wander into a room. make the room a cloud or a ship or a valley. reach into the corners of the room and pull them together. the room becomes a cape. glide down the street with a cloud or a ship or a valley trailing behind you, the water or the steel or the moss sloughing off into your neighbors’ yards. make the street a river or a bridge or a book. push the water or the steel or the moss back into the street with your hands and feet. make your hands and feet into pumps or cranes or presses. make your mouth into a telephone. call your neighbors out into their yards to observe your progress. make their homes into tugboats. steer their homes down the river, under the bridge and into the book. cover the pages of the book with books and bridges and rivers and homes and tugboats and yards and neighbors and telephones and mouths and presses and cranes and pumps and feet and hands and streets and moss and steel and water and valleys and ships and clouds and capes and rooms. close the book. make the book into a room.

from Plain Wrap Quarter 01


My new chapbook SLEEP will be available from Plain Wrap Press on May 28th. Don’t sleep on SLEEP. Reserve a little now for the cost of…like, whatever’s usually about $5.

“The identity-theft of Tomaloff’s masterfully mood-altering language renders a dozen or more modifications to the person looking back at you in the mirror. Is it you? Is it me? Each filmic sentence carries you, scene-for-scene, through the amnesia but it’ll be up to you to figure out what kind of person you are." Michael J Seidlinger, author of My Pet Serial Killer

+begin again

Let's Get The Stars To Align For Lambs To Slaughter

Let’s Get The Stars To Align For Lambs To Slaughter

In 16 days, I’m producing a limited run of a poetry slam series spun off from my reading series, There Will Be Words. 

I’ve said before that I would never run a poetry slam again and I stepped back and looked at why I initially said “never again”: the stress of sending poets to regional and national competitions. I didn’t have enough support within the slam to help with raising money to go and I…

View On WordPress