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  • 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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exhibitions
September 12 - Oct 3

Exhibition: Diana Barrie and Pamela Barrie

readings & workshops
September 26

Poetry Reading: Peter Gizzi

readings & workshops
October 3

Poetry Reading: Joshua Beckman

readings & workshops
October 6

Ugly Duckling Presse: 25th Anniversary Celebration

exhibitions
October 6 - Sep 28

Exhibition - Ugly Duckling Presse: 25th Anniversary Celebration

performances
October 7

Alternating Currents Live: Tandem Trio

readings & workshops
October 7

Writing in the Fold: A Bookmaking & Writing Workshop with Matvei Yankelevich

readings & workshops
October 10

Community Reading: An Evening with the Wednesday Writers

readings & workshops
October 11

Poetry Reading: Tom Pickard and Mike Hauser

readings & workshops
October 12

Alms for the Bored Book Release + Cheap Wine Potluck

readings & workshops
October 14

Poetry Reading: Ken Taylor and J. Peter Moore

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

readings & workshops
October 28

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

readings & workshops
November 30

Poetry Reading: Anna Vitale and Daniel Owen

film & video
December 14

Film Screening: Riverwest Film & Video by Emir Cakaroz

Archived readings & workshops
Feb 23 Friday, February 23
7:00pm, Pay What You Can

Anna Vitale is the author of Detroit Detroit (Roof Books), Different Worlds (Troll Thread), and several chapbooks including Unknown Pleasures (Perfect Lovers). Recent writing ​has appeared or is ​forthcoming ​in BathHouse Journal, Columbia Poetry Review, Jacket2, and ​Supplement. She lives in Brooklyn and hosts the Tenderness Junction on WFMU.

Roberto Harrison is the author of Os (subpress, 2006), Counter Daemons (Litmus Press, 2006), bicycle (Noemi Press, 2015), culebra (Green Lantern Press, 2016), Bridge of the World (Litmus, 2017), Yaviza (Atelos, 2017), as well as of many chapbooks. He is also a visual artist.
 


 

Anna Vitale from Casey Play

 

I call yr name

Pretty Girl

the Street You

is

Ugly

 

I say Titty

real loud

and it ends

the dream

where

we share

everything.

 

Don’t even

answer it

but let it

ring, its turquoise

cradle brushback

my hands back

up the pulse

two knobs

know being.

 

A poor ding

cracks shells

the flood

releases the poor

“I was here”

on the wall

against yr face

against me

in my drive.

 

Our good hair

in this shit

neighborhood

your shit

by our coming.

Our spectacle squad.

 

I don’t know who

she is but that’s

me I hear without

a name for feeling. A car goes

by with god bless the dead

playing. Shouts

at the mall where

everyone steals

keychains. Let me give you

the feeling of your name,

she says, give me that feeling.

 

 


 

Roberto Harrison word pictures

 

i see live things escape the oceans of my pen

as they settle in the dust to cut into the night

and heave our safari to the home in the home

of the Sea, as the insects complete the plans

in their attentions. as the simplex of 4

makes a simplex of 14             as two sevens

scar the first seven to war with the ground

 

they were night by the male as the corpse

bred their seams to return the intent of the tapirs

and resume what the hunt by the human makes

animals small. but to grow with the camp as the feet

mark the Sea with the cannibal wound on the path

as the bison marks skies in the earth as the dark

and she marks us with nets made to hunt in the eyes

 

as the frozen protection proceeds. but give me your

death in a complex of forms as i insect the force

of our womb and arrive to the plants as they bleed,

and i wash out my blood with the fire as i hold you

in light that the friends of the lion resume with a heart

of the death by the memory saved to the feet of the sea

 

i am the wound of the earth      

 

i am made of our wandering