• Address 720 East Locust Street | Milwaukee, WI 53212
  • 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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special events
June 18 -22

Summer Youth Poetry Camp!

special events
June 25 -29

Summer Youth Poetry Camp!

readings & workshops
June 28

Poetry Reading: Elisa Karbin & Jessica L. Walsh

special events
July 7

Dedicated to the One I Love: Karaoke for Education

readings & workshops
July 10

Offsite Reading: Poetry in the Park at Juneau Park

readings & workshops
July 12

Poetry Reading: Ed Werstein & Sylvia Cavanaugh

readings & workshops
July 14

Genre: Urban Arts Reading

readings & workshops
July 18

Book Launch: Still Waters Collective, Runs Deep anthology

performances
July 19

Formations Series for New & Improvised Music

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

Whit Griffin

Whit Griffin is the author of Pentateuch: The First Five Books (Skysill Press, 2010) and The Sixth Great Extinction (Skysill, 2012). Along with Andrew Hughes he edits Bright Pink Mosquito, and blogs on its behalf.

Selected Poems

By The Well Called Beautiful Dancing


Whit Griffin

 

Where it concentrates you get a rush.
The swarm becomes a landscape. As
a wall becomes a knot becomes a life
an explosion. Something more truthful
may lie elsewhere. The magic has fled
but the danger lingers. Surrender is not
an event, it's a state of being. A lot
happened to Plato before Plotinus arrived
on the scene. Lichen on a tree means
the air quality is good. Oscillation from
collaboration to domination. I'm open
to anything that works. I think I've got
an alligator skull in here. Bears are
glorified raccoons. High Islands sits on
a dome of salt. You cannot talk to crickets
about ice. Let your heart become an ear.
What you see is the entire leaf. When a leaf
falls it leaves a scar. We grow crocuses to
remember the old Minoan goddess. The
dear little things that leap forth. Like the
person who bears the winnowing shovel. The
static aspect. The atmosphere behaves like a fluid.