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Event Calendar
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performances
April 19

Alash Ensemble

special events
April 21

Join us for the 13th annual RIVERWEST FOLLIES variety show

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

Angela Sorby

Angela Sorby is the author of three poetry books: The Sleeve Waves (U of Wisconsin P 2014), Bird Skin Coat (U of Wisconsin P 2009), and Distance Learning (New Issues, 1998); a literary history, Schoolroom Poets (UPNE, 2005); and co-editor of an anthology, Over the River and Through the Wood: Nineteenth Century American Poetry for Children (Johns Hopkins UP, 2013). She teaches at Marquette and lives in Bayview.

Selected Poems

Mary Nohl's house
is hemmed in by flora

and fauna she fashioned
from hand-mixed cement.

For years she practiced
the art of continuous error,

wrong turns taken
so meticulously

they began to form peonies,
horses, and trolls,

all cracked and lumpy.
Now the vandal's task

is obscure: to ruin ruins,
to spray-paint stones

that take gang tags
so easily even such small

crimes feel impossible,
like flying. And yes,

the cranes come too,
down from Baraboo

to shit all over.
When they spread

their white wings they fail
to resemble angels—

they're too saurian, too clumsy,
but as they rise

in the summer dark
they knock loose

the abstract idea of heaven,
and leave it behind,

like a thug's tooth,
in Mary's concrete garden.