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Event Calendar
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exhibitions
August 25 - Oct 1

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

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

Susie Timmons

Susie Timmons lives in Brooklyn, NY. Her most recent collection of poems, The New Old Paint was published in spring, 2010, by Faux/Other. Other books include Locked from the Outside (Yellow Press), and a mimeo chapbook, Hog Wild (Frontward).

In her introduction to Susie Timmons's first collection of poems, Alice Notley noted Timmons's "naked" train of thought and, above all, her wit. "I just want to know what she's going to say next... Witty doesn't just mean funny: it means things like fast, brainy, unexpected, resourceful, endowed with genius."

Selected Poems

Song from the Esperanto


Susie Timmons

 

A hundred bright eyes up in a cypress tree

You are drawing nigh and nigher

Uh Oh my wings are on fire

But just the tips though.


Big angels darken my door

And drop large orbs of music and song

They darken my threshold

And stroke my hands with their antique tongues

They pull my hair

And get my tears to do things.

The silver phone rings. I will answer. Thank you! A gift.

The mystic shape of an antique tongue

Beats my eyes with the grapes of doom.