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  • Hours Tue-Fri 11-8pm, Sat-Sun 12-5pm, Closed Mon
Event Calendar
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exhibitions
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 //

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

Michael Autrey

Born in Massachusetts, and raised in Portland, Oregon, Michael Autrey has studied in France and Greece, lived and worked in the Czech Republic, India and Paraguay. He is graduate of the University of Chicago. In 2010 he moved back to the Second City, where he reviews books and teaches. Our Fear is his first book.

Selected Poems

In the Spirit of The Spirit of The Beehive

One sister asks the other
About fucking close to water,
Fucking on a mountaintop.

Do it in bed. Don't fuck with
Exotic locales. He'll forget to pull out—

The monster drowns the girl.
Her father, daughter's body in his arms,

Staggers through the town, mourners
Standing on their shadows' necks

As St. George is often shown,
Standing on the dragon's neck,
Waiting for the applause to die down.

 

In the Strawberries

      For J.T., on his 50th birthday

Men in the back of a pickup:
fatigues, camo make-up,
armed to the teeth.
                                  Their irises
looked like part of their disguise
but I remember the whites of their eyes.

 

Artists' Retreat

All day in the shed,
making noise of metal,
calls it Cosmic Seed;
its comic, laughable.

He gave his best years
to sparks: arc welder
blinding; grinder
whinging, whining.

Weaned off daylight,
I wait for him to mute
the TV. It keeps, he says,
the ghosts at bay.

Ghosts would be welcome.
Scared out of my wits
I'd know I had some
of my own about me.

But Attenborough
confides: Seventy
types of gall afflict
every single old oak