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  • Phone 414.263.5001
  • Hours Tue-Fri 11-8pm | Sat-Sun 12-5pm | Closed Mon
  • Hours Tue-Fri 11-8pm, Sat-Sun 12-5pm, Closed Mon
Event Calendar
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special events
June 25 -29

Summer Youth Poetry Camp!

readings & workshops
June 28

Poetry Reading: Elisa Karbin & Jessica L. Walsh

special events
July 7

Dedicated to the One I Love: Karaoke for Education

readings & workshops
July 10

Offsite Reading: Poetry in the Park at Juneau Park

readings & workshops
July 12

Poetry Reading: Ed Werstein & Sylvia Cavanaugh

readings & workshops
July 14

Genre: Urban Arts Reading

readings & workshops
July 18

Book Launch: Still Waters Collective, Runs Deep anthology

performances
July 19

Formations Series for New & Improvised Music

July 30 - Aug 10

Woodland Pattern Annual Inventory - STORE CLOSED

readings & workshops
August 14

Offsite Reading: Poetry in the Park - Juneau Park

performances
August 16

Formations Series for New & Improvised Music

Soham Patel

Soham Patel is a Kundiman fellow. Two of her chapbooks, 'and nevermind the storm' (Portable Press at Yo-Yo Labs), and 'Riva: A Chapter' (kitchen-shy press) came out in 2013. Her work has been featured at Fact-Simile Editions, Copper Nickel, Denver Quarterly< and various other places. She has an MA from Western Washington University's English Department, an MFA from the Writing Program at the University of Pittsburgh, and is currently a PhD Candidate in Creative Writing at the University of Wisconsin in Milwaukee.

Selected Poems

Song:

For the record to be a hit:
it also has to be disposable.
I have no bibliography.
Ending on a weak beat
queers the feminine fleshed

revival so nicely, resonances
surprise some power holders holding
no standard—from the gutter
in my glitter girl excess and frame.
Still I hear the song and sing along!

I hold steady my performance
for the record—I am in-love
with the evening, not an evening.

 

Song:

She plays the accordion—it's not new.
She is always barefoot when she plays. You
think she is something supernatural.
She displaces her thought in an armchair,
holds up forms like spiral staircases.
Who knows what to make of it? It reverberates
just like in silent waters where fish wade. When
your body is covered with affection,
spheric verse shifts through each worn current.
Swordfish play a game of touch touch touché.
Her arms push back like cloth undulating
in the sea—like seaweed in the sea. Sweet
concertina reed. Something that can breathe
like ink or glister white shine on bone and break.