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Event Calendar
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exhibitions
August 25 - Oct 1

Exhibition: Vicki, with an i, organized by Michelle Grabner

performances
September 21

Formations presents Steve Nelson-Raney & Binder-Mollerskov-Schlei-Westfahl

film & video
September 22

aCinema: // In Silence Arrives the Tempest // Waiting on Paradise //

exhibitions
September 23 -23

Reception: Vicki with an i, organized by Michelle Grabner

readings & workshops
September 28

Poetry Reading: Stacy Blint, Rebecca Eland & Mark Tardi

readings & workshops
September 30

100 Thousand Poets for Change MKE

readings & workshops
October 5

Poetry Reading: Feliz Lucia Molina

exhibitions
October 11

Exhibition: Jen Bervin, Tactile Lanuguage

readings & workshops
October 12

Offsite Event: Justice for All: Selected Writings of Lloyd A. Barbee

readings & workshops
October 13

Poetry Reading: Caitlin Scarano, Paula Carter & Freesia McKee

performances
October 22

Alternating Currents Live: Tom Rainey & Devin Drobka Percussion Duo

readings & workshops
October 26

Urban Echo Poets

special events
November 3

Join us on Friday, November 3rd for our 37th Annual Anniversary Gala!

 

readings & workshops
November 8

Poetry Reading: Matt Cook

Zach Savich

Zach Savich is the author of three books of poetry, Full Catastrophe Living (2009),Annulments (2010), and The Firestorm(2011), as well as a book of lyric prose,Events Film Cannot Withstand (2011). He has won the Iowa Poetry Prize, the Colorado Prize for Poetry, the Omnidawn Chapbook Prize, and the CSU Poetry Center's Open Competition. He serves as book review editor with the Kenyon Review.

Selected Poems

Sufficiency

Zach Savich

 

Things being increasingly maintenance, leaf
the color of distressed tin, the flanneling
of leaves, so the day is window-shopping us. Each shadow is
a mirror turned to the wall, no, the wax
seal of unsent correspondences. I washed
my bandaged hand and felt the bandage swell,
as a dog brushed the
wrong way, which was circling the lake again,
its empty white smears and acorn caps. Things being increasingly
maintenance, my life
of porches and discarded sunglass stones, distant
chanting, a small dog in
the pitcher plants, like a painter's brush in a clear glass. They dub
even the screams, these days of disinheritance
and nearness, which is all maintaining is—
the bird that burns its nest for love of heat, have I shown you that
enough? It pecks at the construction webbing
with a beak someone's soldered a blue toy soldier to