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Event Calendar
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performances
April 22

ACL presents Renee Baker Quartet, Visual Dark Scratch Suite

exhibitions
April 22

Woman: Frailty Thy Name, works by Renee Baker

readings & workshops
April 25

Reading: Toni Jensen

readings & workshops
April 26

Four Milwaukee Poets: Alix Anne Shaw with Annie Grizzle, Sam Pekarske & Bethany Price

readings & workshops
April 28

Wisconsin Reads: Reading with Louise Erdrich (video streamed to Woodland Pattern)

readings & workshops
May 2

Poetry Reading: Rena Priest and Denise Low

readings & workshops
May 2

Craft Talk with Denise Low at UWM

readings & workshops
May 10

Birds in Poetry at Urban Ecology Center

performances
May 13

Alternating Currents Live presents: The Transatlantic Bridge #11

readings & workshops
May 16

Kundiman Midwest Chapbook Series Noel Pabillo Mariano

performances
May 17

Formations Series for New & Improvised Music

readings & workshops
May 24

Poetry Reading: Urban Echo Poets

performances
June 3

ACL presents: Tom Hamilton & City of Vorticity

Abraham Smith

Abraham Smith hails from Ladysmith, Wisconsin. His first book of poems, Whim Man Mammon, was recently published by Action Books. His journal credits include American Poetry Review, jubilat, Northwest Review, Denver Quarterly, Typo, and Ninth Letter, among others. He was a 2004-05 Writing Fellow at the Fine Arts Work Center, Provincetown, MA. Presently, he teaches literature and creative writing at the University of Alabama.

If Frank Stanford got up from the dead to slam (and slammed to win), what he would say might well resemble the poems in Whim Man Mammon.
-Graham Foust

 

Mash Gertrude Stein with agrarian folk and you have the unholy matrimony of Abraham Smith's debut, Whim Man Mammon.
-Cathy Park Hong

Selected Poems

Every Little Meth


Abraham Smith

 

EVERY LITTLE METH
runt crouched in
the dark part of the culvert
every sugar road
half a bag shy
of the four roads
every here we go crow
spoiled at the touch
of gun holes in signs
love is inside
light wet seeds
nailed into the crawlspace
between eyetooth
and barred goon

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Whim Man Mammon



WHIM MAN MAMMON
secret soil coital
the dove there
sounds blonde as
whipped oil
please appeal to
wimpling skies
journeying trees
there is but one fence
bone true and
one blockhead dog
inside
to rend
the smarts
of trees
at journey's end