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Event Calendar
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readings & workshops
November 19

Poetry Reading: Santee Frazier & Franklin K.R. Cline

readings & workshops
November 21

Offsite Talk: Native American Identity & the Politics of the Poetic Image 

readings & workshops
December 3

Ultimate Truth Poetry Reading and Book Release

readings & workshops
December 6

Heddy Keith author of Through it All

readings & workshops
December 9

Poetry Reading: Tonya M. Foster & Samiya Bashir

performances
December 10

Alternating Currents Live presents Nicole Mitchell Quartet

special events
January 27 -28

24th Annual Poetry Marathon & Benefit

Archived readings & workshops
Apr 9 Saturday, April 9
10:00am, $10 | FREE for those who pledge a reader for $35 or more

josé felipe alvergue is a graduate of both the Cal Arts Writing (MFA) and Buffalo Poetics (PhD) programs. He is the author of gist : rift : drift : bloom (Further Other Book Works, 2015) and precis (forthcoming with Omnidawn). He currently teaches at the University of Wisconsin - Eau Claire.


 

 

 


Joshua Lickteig is a poet and senior engineer for a technology organization. He holds a Master of Science in Management ofInformation Systems from the University of Wisconsin-Milwaukee. His first book of poetry, In the Belling Stillness, was published in 2011. Poems from his latest book, Ten Control Mills, were recently performed in Don Russell’s original one-act play iTopia, through Cooperative Performance Milwaukee, a company of which he is an artist member. His next book, Rigged In Kings, will be published through Ypte Press.

 


Emily Anderson's writing has been published in such venues as Harper's, Conjunctions, Kenyon Review, Fence, Broadview Anthology of Short Fiction, and Best American Experimental Writing 2015. Her book, Little: Novels (Blaze VOX Books 2015), erases each of Laura Ingalls Wilder's Little House novels. A long-term collaboration with photo-video based artist Jen Morris has been presented in Philadelphia, Brattleboro (Vermont), Buffalo (New York), and Santa Cruz de Tenerife (Spain). Anderson holds an MFA from the School of the Art Institute of Chicago and an MA from Bucknell University. Currently, she is a PhD candidate in English at the University at Buffalo.

 

 

Each page will have halves of stripes

 

And pages turned will have new

 

   Strides whereabout though you

 

Know notable marks behind are

 

   Neither more beginnings nor ends

 

Their sides are meant in cold

 

   Blocking to bedrone pale

 

   Space and these words beside

 

To unfield themselves, unturn

 

   Each page, retain in aegis

 

Unseen living.

 

 

It is about an object or face and its partitions,

 

Adjustments or ghosts, three, three, three, four,

 

Four, three, three, three, 3.5, 3.5, 2 a binding

 

Star only a brute point in a single moment, before

 

The star the case it was brought by another,

 

The case that it has happened, hasn’t

 

Benign’d its short points of light nor own

 

Unled spring, rinsed in sands and canted

 

Ging.

 

 

The lake at the ends

 

Of the door, the edges

 

Unbroken, buttons

 

Falling from heavens

 

A bearing warms on

 

Other bearings, senten-

 

Cing in the eyes

 

Of the petal’s child, the

 

Lake runs wild, the

 

Endings move Eastwest,

 

The afore neither sheet

 

Nor bed needs another

 

Though another needs a vine

 

High in the lake (dance)

 

The unsoak’d both.

         —Joshua Lickteig, from Rigged In Kings


Ghost on a flash drive. Those scientists are reenacting the first voyages of the Viking ships.
Note the square orange sail, the ship’s curved prow. An abandoned ghost. They look hungry.
Ghosts who are deeply sorrowful, ghosts who are Abraham Lincoln. Ghosts pushing baby
carriages over treacherous ridges, down scatterstone slopes. Soldiers watched the cold sea in
their dark boots. Flimsy ghosts. Ghosts who are monkeys. Ghosts who wear monkey skin, fur
and teeth.

 

They scraped the scales off fish to make shoeleather; they had wet feet for the duration of the
occupation. Ghosts laughing at fear. Seals wallow on the frozen beach in March. Give me a
moment. So much happens when the lighthouse light revolves in triple stripes over the land
and the water. It will take a while to tell you. First, blue made blue by yellow light, then ghosts
coughing, hacking, wheezing, spitting, sweeping, swallowing, brushing, gazing, adoring,
stopping, dozing and snowing. The light falls among the rocks. It sweeps the sea, it nears me,
my skin in the dark ghosts racing, ghosts forsaking none of their progeny.


Emily Anderson, from Alive!


 

 

          —josé felipe alvergue, from gist : rift : drift : bloom