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Event Calendar
August 25 - Oct 1

Exhibition: Vicki, with an i, organized by Michelle Grabner

film & video
September 22

aCinema: // In Silence Arrives the Tempest // Waiting on Paradise //

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

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

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

Tim Earley

Tim Earley is the author of two collections of poems, Boondoggle and The Spooking of Mavens. A limited edition chapbook, Catfish Poems, is forthcoming from Delete Press this summer. His work has appeared in Colorado Review, Chicago Review, jubilat, Conduit, La Petite Zine, Typo, The Ecopoetry Anthology, and many other publications. He teaches at the University of Mississippi and in the Fine Arts Work Center's Online Writing Program.

Selected Poems


Tim Earley


mead at clog. in the moar this chicken red tipped and phenomenon. gossips

lord aslant. in a sense I live only to violate and shudder but not even the

bounding line is moved by my betrothals. today is scanning of thrift pants. a

new mate is possible. and with that an entirely new coaglum of being. a

heaven recurving as the sky. the v's the possums make as they migrate to

the orange grove of the floridas. cut a hole in that goddamned porch. lordy or

a dog or sponge absorbent corpse ill-benamed and permanent in its

dimensions is hiding down there. the diaspora safely contained in the castle.

nothing shall overbear my paramourmal incantations. my first addressee is

the weathervane. my first lover was not oafish or dressed as hyena was not

redolent of plums did not scotch an apple in her mouth there were no reams

of grotesque children packed into her suitcase yet. she was a bureaucrat with

an arrow through her thigh. a gestural impasse. she was my heart before my

heart realized sex is a displacement an irritation of alternatives a metallic

license and always occurring under a bridge either my ear is imaginary or

there is a far away mote in it. when she smiled a dominant theme was

reintroduced. to conceive a gallant chapter in the arsenic pool. wind a sissure

heaming and so cannot direct my lustful action, friends. obey the garland for

form cannot repent. or for further instance me and these animals have

conjugal contracts our degrees of insight mobled and good men left to urinate

on spring-toothed harrows poor in worms and peculiar in green. desiderated

quark rondel reminds us of the cauteled mule and bredwine maggot. in our

brains numerous trematodes dispense their furrows. we are forced nightly to

labor and inform.