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Event Calendar
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exhibitions
October 6 -28

Exhibition - Ugly Duckling Presse: 25th Anniversary Celebration

performances
October 18

Formations Series for New & Improvised Music

readings & workshops
October 20

Poetry Reading: Soham Patel and Lauren Russell 

readings & workshops
October 25

Poetry Reading: Urban Echo Poets + Open Mic

readings & workshops
October 28

Poetry Reading: Kathleen A. Dale, Louisa Loveridge Gallas, Judith Harway, and Bill Murtaugh

special events
November 17

We Exist to Prove the Living Artist: 38th Anniversary Gala

readings & workshops
November 30

Poetry Reading: Anna Vitale and Daniel Owen

film & video
December 14

Film Screening: Riverwest Film & Video by Emir Cakaroz

Soham Patel

Soham Patel is a Kundiman fellow. Two of her chapbooks, 'and nevermind the storm' (Portable Press at Yo-Yo Labs), and 'Riva: A Chapter' (kitchen-shy press) came out in 2013. Her work has been featured at Fact-Simile Editions, Copper Nickel, Denver Quarterly< and various other places. She has an MA from Western Washington University's English Department, an MFA from the Writing Program at the University of Pittsburgh, and is currently a PhD Candidate in Creative Writing at the University of Wisconsin in Milwaukee.

Selected Poems

Song:

For the record to be a hit:
it also has to be disposable.
I have no bibliography.
Ending on a weak beat
queers the feminine fleshed

revival so nicely, resonances
surprise some power holders holding
no standard—from the gutter
in my glitter girl excess and frame.
Still I hear the song and sing along!

I hold steady my performance
for the record—I am in-love
with the evening, not an evening.

 

Song:

She plays the accordion—it's not new.
She is always barefoot when she plays. You
think she is something supernatural.
She displaces her thought in an armchair,
holds up forms like spiral staircases.
Who knows what to make of it? It reverberates
just like in silent waters where fish wade. When
your body is covered with affection,
spheric verse shifts through each worn current.
Swordfish play a game of touch touch touché.
Her arms push back like cloth undulating
in the sea—like seaweed in the sea. Sweet
concertina reed. Something that can breathe
like ink or glister white shine on bone and break.