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Event Calendar
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exhibitions
October 6 -28

Exhibition - Ugly Duckling Presse: 25th Anniversary Celebration

readings & workshops
October 20

Poetry Reading: Soham Patel and Lauren Russell 

readings & workshops
October 23

OFF-SITE: Creative Writers in Nonprofit Careers: Panel Discussion, Reading, and Reception

readings & workshops
October 25

Poetry Reading: Urban Echo Poets + Open Mic

readings & workshops
October 28

Poetry Reading: Kathleen A. Dale, Louisa Loveridge Gallas, Judith Harway, and Bill Murtaugh

readings & workshops
November 3 -3

Writing is Freedom (a high wire adventure) with elena minor

readings & workshops
November 3

Poetry Reading: elena minor & Paul Martínez Pompa

special events
November 17

We Exist to Prove the Living Artist: 38th Anniversary Gala

readings & workshops
November 30

Poetry Reading: Anna Vitale and Daniel Owen

film & video
December 14

Film Screening: Riverwest Film & Video by Emir Cakaroz

Whit Griffin

Whit Griffin is the author of Pentateuch: The First Five Books (Skysill Press, 2010) and The Sixth Great Extinction (Skysill, 2012). Along with Andrew Hughes he edits Bright Pink Mosquito, and blogs on its behalf.

Selected Poems

By The Well Called Beautiful Dancing


Whit Griffin

 

Where it concentrates you get a rush.
The swarm becomes a landscape. As
a wall becomes a knot becomes a life
an explosion. Something more truthful
may lie elsewhere. The magic has fled
but the danger lingers. Surrender is not
an event, it's a state of being. A lot
happened to Plato before Plotinus arrived
on the scene. Lichen on a tree means
the air quality is good. Oscillation from
collaboration to domination. I'm open
to anything that works. I think I've got
an alligator skull in here. Bears are
glorified raccoons. High Islands sits on
a dome of salt. You cannot talk to crickets
about ice. Let your heart become an ear.
What you see is the entire leaf. When a leaf
falls it leaves a scar. We grow crocuses to
remember the old Minoan goddess. The
dear little things that leap forth. Like the
person who bears the winnowing shovel. The
static aspect. The atmosphere behaves like a fluid.