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  • Hours Tue-Fri 11-8pm, Sat-Sun 12-5pm, Closed Mon
Event Calendar
readings & workshops
March 22

Community Conversation About The Round House 

special events
March 24

Anne Kingsbury passes the torch to our new directors!

readings & workshops
March 28

Poetry Reading: Sherwin Bitsui & Bojan Louis

readings & workshops
March 29

Urban Echo Poets

readings & workshops
April 4

Creative Open Mic “Show Your Love of the River” Sharing & Member Meeting

film & video
April 6

aCinema Screening

readings & workshops
April 11

Poetry Reading: Luci Tapahonso and Margaret Noodin

readings & workshops
April 14

Kundiman Midwest Chapbook Series: Lo Kwa Mei-en

readings & workshops
April 17

Poetry Reading and Conversation with Roberto Harrison @ Brown Deer Public Library

April 19

Alash Ensemble

April 21

Woman: Frailty Thy Name, works by Renee Baker

April 22

ACL presents Renee Baker Quartet, Visual Dark Scratch Suite

readings & workshops
May 2

Poetry Reading: Rena Priest

May 13

Alternating Currents Live presents The Bridge

readings & workshops
May 16

Kundiman Midwest Chapbook Series Noel Pabillo Mariano

May 17

Formations Series for New & Improvised Music

readings & workshops
May 24

Poetry Reading: Urban Echo Poets

Angela Sorby

Angela Sorby is the author of three poetry books: The Sleeve Waves (U of Wisconsin P 2014), Bird Skin Coat (U of Wisconsin P 2009), and Distance Learning (New Issues, 1998); a literary history, Schoolroom Poets (UPNE, 2005); and co-editor of an anthology, Over the River and Through the Wood: Nineteenth Century American Poetry for Children (Johns Hopkins UP, 2013). She teaches at Marquette and lives in Bayview.

Selected Poems

Mary Nohl's house
is hemmed in by flora

and fauna she fashioned
from hand-mixed cement.

For years she practiced
the art of continuous error,

wrong turns taken
so meticulously

they began to form peonies,
horses, and trolls,

all cracked and lumpy.
Now the vandal's task

is obscure: to ruin ruins,
to spray-paint stones

that take gang tags
so easily even such small

crimes feel impossible,
like flying. And yes,

the cranes come too,
down from Baraboo

to shit all over.
When they spread

their white wings they fail
to resemble angels—

they're too saurian, too clumsy,
but as they rise

in the summer dark
they knock loose

the abstract idea of heaven,
and leave it behind,

like a thug's tooth,
in Mary's concrete garden.