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Event Calendar
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exhibitions
September 12 - Oct 3

Exhibition: Diana Barrie and Pamela Barrie

readings & workshops
September 21

Book Release: Alix Anne Shaw and Toby Altman

readings & workshops
September 26

Poetry Reading: Peter Gizzi

readings & workshops
October 3

Poetry Reading: Joshua Beckman

readings & workshops
October 6

Ugly Duckling Presse: 25th Anniversary Celebration

exhibitions
October 6 - Sep 28

Exhibition - Ugly Duckling Presse: 25th Anniversary Celebration

performances
October 7

Alternating Currents Live: Tandem Trio

readings & workshops
October 7

Writing in the Fold: A Bookmaking & Writing Workshop with Matvei Yankelevich

readings & workshops
October 10

Community Reading: An Evening with the Wednesday Writers

readings & workshops
October 11

Poetry Reading: Tom Pickard and Mike Hauser

readings & workshops
October 12

Alms for the Bored Book Release + Cheap Wine Potluck

readings & workshops
October 14

Poetry Reading: Ken Taylor and J. Peter Moore

performances
October 18

Formations Series for New & Improvised Music

readings & workshops
October 20

Poetry Reading: Soham Patel and Lauren Russell 

readings & workshops
October 25

Poetry Reading: Urban Echo Poets

readings & workshops
October 28

Poetry Reading: Kathleen A. Dale, Louisa Loveridge Gallas, Judith Harway, and Bill Murtaugh

readings & workshops
November 30

Poetry Reading: Anna Vitale and Daniel Owen

film & video
December 14

Film Screening: Riverwest Film & Video by Emir Cakaroz

Kristy Bowen

Kristy Bowen is the author of in the bird museum (Dusie Press, 2008) and the fever almanac (Ghost Road Press, 2006). She is the editor of dancing girl press, devoted to publishing work by emerging women poets. She lives and writes in Chicago.

Selected Poems

the synaesthete's love poem


Kristy Bowen

 

Yesterday, blue tasted like licorice.
Even wind chimes caused dizziness;

an ache of paper lanterns rotting
from the acacias. Perhaps the L

in my name makes you sad,
evokes a film where a woman

waves from a train. Or how
this horizon wants to be a hymn.

If you listen, you can
hear the holes in the alphabet,

sounds lit by the lamps
of our bones. Perhaps

with this page I could fashion
a boat or a very convincing window.

A dress made entirely of vowels.