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  • Phone 414.263.5001
  • Hours Tue-Fri 11-8pm | Sat-Sun 12-5pm | Closed Mon
  • Hours Tue-Fri 11-8pm, Sat-Sun 12-5pm, Closed Mon
Event Calendar
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readings & workshops
May 24

Poetry Reading: Urban Echo Poets

readings & workshops
May 26

Genre: Urban Arts - Vibed Out Session

readings & workshops
May 29

Build Your Bindery Community Meeting

performances
June 3

ACL presents: Tom Hamilton & City of Vorticity

readings & workshops
June 6 -8

Workshop with Duriel E. Harris

special events
June 10

Locust Street Festival of Music & Art

June 12

Poetry in the Park - Juneau Park

Jeff Poniewaz

Jeff Poniewaz taught "Literature of Ecological Vision" via UW-Milwaukee from 1989 to 2009. He also taught a course called "Whitman & Ginsberg: Liberating American Bards." Ginsberg praised Jeff's work for its "Whitmanesque/Thoreauvian verve and wit." His poems have appeared in many periodicals and anthologies. His book Dolphin Leaping in the Milky Way won him a 1987 PEN "Discovery Award." Lawrence Ferlinghetti called Jeff's epic "September 11, 2001," written during the closing months of 2001, "the best poem I've seen on 9/11." Excerpts from it were published in September 11, 2001: American Writers Respond; An Eye for an Eye Makes the Whole World Blind—Poets on 9/11; Van Gogh's Ear out of Paris, France; and as a chapbook titled September 11, 2001. His other chapbooks include Whales Hover Over the Freeway (2007) and Polish for Because—Meditations of a Former St. Josaphat Altar Boy (2008). A volume of his Selected Poems written since 1965 is on the near horizon. He was chosen Milwaukee Poet Laureate in March 2013. His last name is pronounced POE-nYEAH-vAHsh and is Polish for "because."

Selected Poems

The Tomb of the Unknown Poet

Why no Tomb of the Unknown Poet?
Wasn't he killed as sure as the Unknown
            Soldier?
Didn't he die running wild after
            the wildest beauty the same
            as Wilfred Owen?
Didn't he step on the toes of landmine
            minds?
Wasn't he mowed down by machine-guns
            of mechanization?
Didn't he throw himself on the grenade
            of scorn lobbed at Poetry?
Drape a green flag of living grass
            over his casket.
Blow his taps on panpipes:
            phoenix syrinx!
Unknown Poet launched into the Unknown
            like a poem in a manila envelope
            addressed to Immortality
Care of the worms who edit scrupulously
            but send no rejection slips.