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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

Rebecca Dunham

Rebecca Dunham is the author of three collections of poetry, Glass Armonica, The Flight Cage, and The Miniature Room. She has received an NEA fellowship and was a Jay C. and Ruth Halls Fellow with the Wisconsin Institute for Creative Writing. Her poems have appeared in The Southern Review, Kenyon Review, FIELD, Colorado Review, AGNI, and others. She is an associate professor of creative writing at the University of Wisconsin, Milwaukee.

Selected Poems

Rebecca

after the novel by Daphne du Maurier

Rebecca Dunham

Counter the clock: let its hands whir hot as a circular saw. The dead do return

to stalk their familiar halls—scent of crushed azalea, lipsticked cloth fished

from a mackintosh pocket. Fast and blue, I pour cyclonic, the kind of

knowledge a husband would keep for himself: pleasures of the flesh, peat-

smoked whiskey's steady burn, and the certainty one will win in the end. It is

worth it—bullet to the heart, spike-drilled hull, the sea cocks left open and

rushing. Remember: Rebecca did this, as I am doing, and put the lily to the

vase's open mouth, not the first to do it.