• 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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readings & workshops
April 26

Book Talk: Ed Pavlić, Who Can Afford to Improvise?

readings & workshops
April 29

Poet Reading with Mark Doty

readings & workshops
April 29

Iroquios Raised Beading Workshop with James Kelly

exhibitions
May 4 -4

Exhibition: News from the Homefront, Recent Works by Jeff Morin

readings & workshops
May 10

Poetry Reading: Lindsay Daigle

readings & workshops
May 16

Poetry Reading: Mai Der Vang, author or Afterland

readings & workshops
June 6 -9

Intersite: Geopoetics of the Urban Garden and Beyond 

Archived readings & workshops
Apr 1 Saturday, April 1
7:00pm, FREE

Daniel Poppick's work has been recognized with fellowships from Yaddo, the MacDowell Colony, and the Iowa Writers' Workshop, where he earned his MFA in 2011. His poetry has appeared in BOMB, the New Republic, Granta, Hyperallergic, The Volta, and elsewhere. A graduate of Kenyon College, he has taught writing and literature at the New School, SUNY Purchase College, Coe College,Victoria University (New Zealand), the University of Iowa. He lives in Brooklyn, where he coedits the Catenary Press.

 

Born in Chicago, Jessica Laser holds degrees from Brown University and The Iowa Writers’ Workshop. She is the author of two chapbooks: He That Feareth Every Grass Must Not Piss in a Meadow (paradigm press) and Assumed Knowledge and the Knowledge Assumed from Experience (Catenary Press). Her poems have appeared in Boston Review, The Iowa Review, Lana Turner, jubilat, Prelude and elsewhere. She teaches writing at Parsons School of Design.

 


 

APPETITE TECHNICIAN


My ruler hums on the table’s

rim, the wall

a keystroke beating

 

water through its precinct.

My bee unspools

her throat, for coughing

 

wings from plastic heralds

sleet. & December

sings its kitchen

 

in the lamp. I draw triangles

& touch my corners.

Something is against the law.

 

—Daniel Poppick

 

 

The Bulletproof Vest


The bulletproof vest should exist

In the bleary eyes of those who slept

As in your own house a voyeur

Shows you how to take it off

Convincing the whisper of steams to rise

From medieval mesh melted down to the armor

I think of as beauty, its arm around my mind.

I would take the immaculate climb

Over the ridges to see you

But the ridges are long

And we drove to their song

When down that coast-resembling road

We migrated south with the circus party

And laughed without nets.

 

—Jessica Laser