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Event Calendar
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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

exhibitions
December 15 - Jan 28

Text, Textile, Exile: Works by Maria Damon

special events
January 27 -28

24th Annual Poetry Marathon & Benefit

Gillian Conoley

Gillian Conoley's new book is Peace, just out with Omnidawn. She is author of seven collections of poetry, and has received the Jerome J. Shestack Poetry Prize from The American Poetry Review, a National Endowment for the Arts grant, and a Fund for Poetry Award. Her poems have been anthologized widely, most recently in W.W. Norton's Postmodern American Poetry, Norton's American Hybrid, and Best American Poetry. Conoley's translations of Henri Michaux, Thousand Times Broken: Three Books by Henri Michaux, appears with City Lights in September 2014. Editor of Volt, she teaches at Sonoma State University.

Selected Poems

Peace Poems

         It fell

               of noon

                       weather-like

as in

               a poem the

sudden action of a single word

               you know

                   people,

 

                       once you tell them something

                              they start talking

 

smells of sweat deep
in sport-full fields
eyes opened and were thrilled or soothed and sustained
we had won
cars passed along streets in bright difference or decay

 

in argument context shivers the trigger words
before munitions, oil extracted from the cotton
makes the town smell sweet
no corpus, only body's eidolon
marijuana scented hush of the glove compartment
in your device, a person spies the bridge in flames then flees
so old school, the photo in its bath