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Event Calendar
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readings & workshops
July 20

Book Launch: Draw Write Here! Volume III, Issue 1

readings & workshops
July 22

Sunday Summer Story Series!

readings & workshops
July 29

Poetry Reading: Tongo Eisen-Martin

readings & workshops
July 29

Sunday Summer Story Series!

July 30 - Aug 10

Woodland Pattern Annual Inventory - STORE CLOSED

readings & workshops
August 14

Offsite Reading: Poetry in the Park - Juneau Park

performances
August 16

Formations Series for New & Improvised Music

Cathryn Cofell

Cathryn Cofell's first full-length collection, Sister Satellite, was released by Cowfeather Press in August 2013. She is also the author of six chapbooks, most recently Split Personality with Karla Huston (SunnyOutside Press). You might also find her releasing some steam in a Midwest bar or coffee shop by performing poems set to the music of Obvious Dog, including tracks from Lip, their debut CD. Her work is frequently published and has garnered numerous awards including the Lehman Poetry Prize, the Wisconsin Academy Best Poet Award, and multiple Pushcart nominations.

Cofell is a tireless advocate for poetry, including efforts as the founder and current chair of the Wisconsin Poet Laureate Commission. She has also helped to launch or grow, among others, the Wisconsin Fellowship of Poets, Verse Wisconsin, the Foot of the Lake Poetry Collective, the Fox Cities Book Festival, the WFOP Chapbook Prize, and the Harmony Café Poetry Series. See also Cowfeather Press for more on Cofell and Sister Satellite.

Selected Poems

High-Speed Connections


Cathryn Cofell

 

I took a digital picture of my hand
and sent it away,
emailed to a psychic in West Bend.
At first, it was undeliverable.
Then a suspicious attachment, needs
authentication.

A third time she replied,
said my palm was fuzzy.
I became her $20 pay pal
and suddenly she had clarity,
a map quest, a maze of intersections.
She saw a scoundrel's name,
Lucy or Cin,
a flamboyant but unremarkable life.
Wrong, I said, that was not my lifeline she was reading,
it must have been a silver hair
caught on the lens as the shutter closed.
But she held firm,
said it was more than just the palm
she read, she knew me, she saw
how my lines crossed with others,
a flash of pain in every touch.
She saw a future as a circus act
or a hit man and I knew she had me,
caught in her sights, that day
I let you fall from my slick palms,
that endless Hitchcock drop,
hands forever clutching,
cliffs of straw and chaff.