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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

Nikki Wallschlaeger

Nikki Wallschlaeger's work has been featured in Spork, Likewise Folio, Horse Less Review, Storyscape Journal, Coconut, The Account, Fanzine & others. She is the author of the chapbook The Frogs at Night (Shirt Pocket Press) and the chapbook I Would Be the Happiest Bird (Horseless Press). Her first full-length book of poems, HOUSES, is forthcoming from Horseless Press in 2015. She's also an Assistant Poetry Editor at Coconut Poetry. You can reach her at

Selected Poems

Sonnet (13)

Mother you want is going to yell at you.
The men who have touched me casually.
You grow, they grow, you grow, & they grow
as the number of flip flops increases worldwide.
The horizon is personal, the horizon is a baggie
Every bureaucratic wonk has a stash somewhere
They place them over the heads of black schoolchildren,
Demanding their first breath is one of hyperventilation.
After the denizens gave so freely to their beloved city,
Gallons of donated blood were eighty-sixed.
Food rotted in the sun & the water bottles broke.
Mother you need is going to yell at you

I know what you want
But you're gonna have to write it down