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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

Allison Adelle Hedge Coke

Allison Adelle Hedge Coke is of Oendat, French Canadian, Portuguese, Tsalagi, Irish, Scot, English, Metis, and Creek descent and came of age cropping tobacco and working fields & waters, and in factories. She currently holds the Reynolds Endowed Chair of Creative Writing at the University of Nebraska and formerly held a National Endowment for the Humanities Chair at Hartwick College. Her five authored books include Dog Road Woman (American Book Award), Off-Season City Pipe and Blood Run(which both won her a Wordcraft Writer of the Year award), and Rock Ghost, Willow, Deer, an AIROS Book-of-the-Month memoir. Her fiction can be found in American Fiction, Black Renaissance Noire, Florida Review, and Bombay Gin. Her play, Icicles, was a National Repertory Theater National Play Award First Finalist. Hedge Coke has edited eight additional collections. Hedge Coke is a 2011 Lannan Foundation Marfa Writing Resident, Weymouth Center Fellow, and UNL Great Plains Center Fellow, directs the Literary Sandhill Cranefest and Reynolds Series, and is senior editor of Platte Valley Review.

Selected Poems

Skeleton


Allison Adelle Hedge Coke

 

Just yesterday some of us returned home.
Away from archeological scholar filings,
home where we should have always lain.
Just yesterday before, we were still live.

In the time passed while life developed
our framework, fully cultivated casing,
while structure of our statures discerned

we were perceived as one with The People,
now possess mere remnants of all we were,
souls passed, relative to all surround.

We still stand the test, uphold each,
every essential instrument of life as it exists.
Still relishing essences, tastes, hours of humankind,
await the opportunity to sleep, to sleep, to sleep, to sleep.