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Event Calendar
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exhibitions
October 6 -28

Exhibition - Ugly Duckling Presse: 25th Anniversary Celebration

performances
October 18

Formations Series for New & Improvised Music

readings & workshops
October 20

Poetry Reading: Soham Patel and Lauren Russell 

readings & workshops
October 25

Poetry Reading: Urban Echo Poets + Open Mic

readings & workshops
October 28

Poetry Reading: Kathleen A. Dale, Louisa Loveridge Gallas, Judith Harway, and Bill Murtaugh

special events
November 17

We Exist to Prove the Living Artist: 38th Anniversary Gala

readings & workshops
November 30

Poetry Reading: Anna Vitale and Daniel Owen

film & video
December 14

Film Screening: Riverwest Film & Video by Emir Cakaroz

Sherwin Bitsui

Sherwin Bitsui is originally from White Cone, Arizona, on the Navajo Reservation. He is Diné of the Tódích´ii´nii (Bitter Water Clan), born for the Tlizílaaní (Many Goats Clan). He holds an AFA from the Institute of American Indian Arts Creative Writing Program and a BA from University of Arizona in Tucson. His recent honors include a 2011 Lannan Foundation Literary Fellowship and a 2011 Native Arts & Culture Foundation Arts Fellowship. He is also the recipient of 2010 PEN Open Book Award, and an American Book Award for his second book of poems, Flood Song (Copper Canyon Press, 2009). Bitsui has published his poems in Narrative, Black Renaissance Noir, American Poet, The Iowa Review, LIT, and elsewhere.

Selected Poems

from 
Flood Song


Sherwin Bitsui

 

With a gaping mouth,
I sought an image to describe the knot in my chest,
the car door jammed -
        the land divided into two new car scents.


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We row toward the oar wet with deer blood
and onward to the edge that must be crossed
with crosses hammered into it.

I see their footprints in fresh snow.

The soft spot of their childhood heads
pushed branchless into the parched earth.

Gray amnesia swirling after songbirds in its dome.

The distance they traveled
chipped down to a few powdery beginnings
in the arroyo with flies buzzing out of it.