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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

Tim Earley

Tim Earley is the author of two collections of poems, Boondoggle and The Spooking of Mavens. A limited edition chapbook, Catfish Poems, is forthcoming from Delete Press this summer. His work has appeared in Colorado Review, Chicago Review, jubilat, Conduit, La Petite Zine, Typo, The Ecopoetry Anthology, and many other publications. He teaches at the University of Mississippi and in the Fine Arts Work Center's Online Writing Program.

Selected Poems

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Tim Earley

 

mead at clog. in the moar this chicken red tipped and phenomenon. gossips

lord aslant. in a sense I live only to violate and shudder but not even the

bounding line is moved by my betrothals. today is scanning of thrift pants. a

new mate is possible. and with that an entirely new coaglum of being. a

heaven recurving as the sky. the v's the possums make as they migrate to

the orange grove of the floridas. cut a hole in that goddamned porch. lordy or

a dog or sponge absorbent corpse ill-benamed and permanent in its

dimensions is hiding down there. the diaspora safely contained in the castle.

nothing shall overbear my paramourmal incantations. my first addressee is

the weathervane. my first lover was not oafish or dressed as hyena was not

redolent of plums did not scotch an apple in her mouth there were no reams

of grotesque children packed into her suitcase yet. she was a bureaucrat with

an arrow through her thigh. a gestural impasse. she was my heart before my

heart realized sex is a displacement an irritation of alternatives a metallic

license and always occurring under a bridge either my ear is imaginary or

there is a far away mote in it. when she smiled a dominant theme was

reintroduced. to conceive a gallant chapter in the arsenic pool. wind a sissure

heaming and so cannot direct my lustful action, friends. obey the garland for

form cannot repent. or for further instance me and these animals have

conjugal contracts our degrees of insight mobled and good men left to urinate

on spring-toothed harrows poor in worms and peculiar in green. desiderated

quark rondel reminds us of the cauteled mule and bredwine maggot. in our

brains numerous trematodes dispense their furrows. we are forced nightly to

labor and inform.