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Event Calendar
readings & workshops
February 22

Poetry Reading: Max Garland

readings & workshops
February 23

Poetry Reading: Anna Vitale & Roberto Harrison

readings & workshops
February 24

RESCHEDULED: Genre: Urban Arts No. 3 Release

readings & workshops
March 1

Wisconsin Reads The Round House

film & video
March 2

aCinema Screening

readings & workshops
March 7

Poetry Reading: Kwabena Antoine Nixon

readings & workshops
March 8

Poetry Reading: Ed Block & Jenny Benjamin

readings & workshops
March 14

Kundiman Midwest Chapbook Series: Suman Chhabra

March 15

Formations Series for New & Improvised Music

readings & workshops
March 17

Where My Dreaming and My Loving Live: Poetry & the Body with Nikki Wallschlaeger, Jose-Luis Moctezuma & Jay Besemer

readings & workshops
March 22

Community Conversation About The Round House 

readings & workshops
March 28

Poetry Reading: Sherwin Bitsui & Bojan Lewis 

film & video
April 6

aCinema Screening

readings & workshops
April 11

Poetry Reading: Luci Tapahonso

readings & workshops
April 14

Kundiman Midwest Chapbook Series: Lo Kwa Mei-en

readings & workshops
April 17

Poetry Reading and Conversation with Roberto Harrison @ Brown Deer Public Library

April 19

Alash Ensemble

April 21

Woman: Frailty Thy Name, works by Renee Baker

April 22

ACL presents Renee Baker Quartet, Visual Dark Scratch Suite

readings & workshops
May 2

Poetry Reading: Layli Long Soldier

May 13

Alternating Currents Live presents The Bridge

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May 16

Kundiman Midwest Chapbook Series Noel Pabillo Mariano

May 17

Formations Series for New & Improvised Music

readings & workshops
May 24

Poetry Reading: Urban Echo Poets

Trish Salah

Trish Salah is Assistant Professor of Women's and Gender Studies at the University of Winnipeg. Her current research, funded by the Social Sciences and Humanities Research Council of Canada's Insight Grant, investigates the emergence of Transgender and Transsexual Minority Literatures. In 2014 she co-organized and hosted, Writing Trans Genres: Emergent Literatures and Criticism, a 3-day conference on Trans and Two Spirit Literatures and co-edited the fourth issue of TSQ: Transgender Studies Quarterly, focused on Trans Cultural Production. She is the author of the Lambda award winning poetry book, Wanting In Arabic (TSAR 2002, 2nd edition 2013) and of Lyric Sexology: Volume I (Roof Books 2014). Currently she is working on a book of essays on trans literatures, and a novel.

Selected Poems

Tiresias, impersonated.


From Lyric Sexology

Impersonation doesn't mean what you think. This is the introduction to this
book, my introduction, my lyrical sexology. Lyric Sexology. This is one of the
things you need to get straight. This is another, you there in your later age,
your so-called 21st century:
I am not a transsexual. Or an intersexual, or a hermaphrodite. (Hermaphroditus
can write her own damn book.) I am not any of those things you have words for
now. You don't have words for what I am. What I was was this:
I was a dude.
Then I was a chick.
Then I was a dude again.
Hah. You didn't think we said "dude" or "chick" in what you call ancient Greece,
Hellenes, etc. Think again.
Here is what you don't have words for: What is a seer? What is beyond
knowing? How can I write you now, a now impossibly out of joint with your own,
knowing you will read this? Knowing you? Or what is a sex in time? Without?
You do not have a word for snakes or gods or sexes. You only think you do.
You do not have a word for the meeting of snake sex god in one word's divided
knowing, a knowing one divided word.
Seven years is what I was as beyond, a beyond, and inside too. So,
impersonation doesn't begin to describe it, but suppose it did. Suppose I began
to describe you.


Chapter 1 Lyric Sexology

From The Adventures of Julian Robinson AKA Miss High Heels

An episode occurred which is difficult to write that,
Glad Feet shod in glittering Steel
I was, as I have confessed, girlish to look at
Winged with confusion and pretty heels.

Often I lay alone in Bed, creating Pictures of Delight.
Picture fancies of luxurious gowns, all accoutrements of femininity

The boys, the boys, the boys, they torment from dawn to midnight
While Miss H. and Miss P. titter— oh! This Solitude demoralizes me.

Though I had grown to mistrust Miss H. and Miss P.
I protested it was not my place or in my nature.
I so severely missed their gentle company,
their conversation, so very civilized and mature.

Being stolen once more into this feminine realm—
I was discovered. Even as I implored, I felt my chances dim.
"You've strayed young Sir, now must Woman take the helm...
I will lock tight fetters on your gossamer clad limbs."

I trembled a little as I felt Phoebe's eyes devouring my form
The skirt clung so tight and close, but the corset stays...
I was enveloped in white lace, pink and blue satins, bustles and bows...
I continued to fondle and pinch her breasts.

And so on, until...

My tears broke out afresh, we had been so close...
Betrayed in heels, begowned, with my Manhood maidenhead on offer,
I was at last eighteen and would be owner of this house....
What strange paradoxes does life proffer.