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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

Jeff Poniewaz

Jeff Poniewaz taught "Literature of Ecological Vision" via UW-Milwaukee from 1989 to 2009. He also taught a course called "Whitman & Ginsberg: Liberating American Bards." Ginsberg praised Jeff's work for its "Whitmanesque/Thoreauvian verve and wit." His poems have appeared in many periodicals and anthologies. His book Dolphin Leaping in the Milky Way won him a 1987 PEN "Discovery Award." Lawrence Ferlinghetti called Jeff's epic "September 11, 2001," written during the closing months of 2001, "the best poem I've seen on 9/11." Excerpts from it were published in September 11, 2001: American Writers Respond; An Eye for an Eye Makes the Whole World Blind—Poets on 9/11; Van Gogh's Ear out of Paris, France; and as a chapbook titled September 11, 2001. His other chapbooks include Whales Hover Over the Freeway (2007) and Polish for Because—Meditations of a Former St. Josaphat Altar Boy (2008). A volume of his Selected Poems written since 1965 is on the near horizon. He was chosen Milwaukee Poet Laureate in March 2013. His last name is pronounced POE-nYEAH-vAHsh and is Polish for "because."

Selected Poems

The Tomb of the Unknown Poet

Why no Tomb of the Unknown Poet?
Wasn't he killed as sure as the Unknown
            Soldier?
Didn't he die running wild after
            the wildest beauty the same
            as Wilfred Owen?
Didn't he step on the toes of landmine
            minds?
Wasn't he mowed down by machine-guns
            of mechanization?
Didn't he throw himself on the grenade
            of scorn lobbed at Poetry?
Drape a green flag of living grass
            over his casket.
Blow his taps on panpipes:
            phoenix syrinx!
Unknown Poet launched into the Unknown
            like a poem in a manila envelope
            addressed to Immortality
Care of the worms who edit scrupulously
            but send no rejection slips.