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Event Calendar
readings & workshops
April 10

Virtual Poetry Reading: Marilyn Chin

film & video
April 17

Virtual Film Screening: The Collection

readings & workshops
April 19 - May 10

Intergenerational Self-Collaboration: A Multi-Arts Workshop with Paul McComas

readings & workshops
April 24

Virtual Poetry Reading: Krystal Languell + Jennifer Nelson + Ae Hee Lee

film & video
April 25

Virtual Film Screening: Immortal Cupboard: In Search of Lorine Niedecker 

readings & workshops
April 29

Virtual Poetry Reading: Raquel Salas Rivera + Lara Mimosa Montes

Archived readings & workshops
Apr 9 Saturday, April 9
7:00pm, $Give What You Can

josé felipe alvergue is a graduate of both the Cal Arts Writing (MFA) and Buffalo Poetics (PhD) programs. He is the author of gist : rift : drift : bloom (Further Other Book Works, 2015) and precis (forthcoming with Omnidawn). He currently teaches at the University of Wisconsin - Eau Claire.




Joshua Lickteig is a poet and senior engineer for a technology organization. He holds a Master of Science in Management ofInformation Systems from the University of Wisconsin-Milwaukee. His first book of poetry, In the Belling Stillness, was published in 2011. Poems from his latest book, Ten Control Mills, were recently performed in Don Russell’s original one-act play iTopia, through Cooperative Performance Milwaukee, a company of which he is an artist member. His next book, Rigged In Kings, will be published through Ypte Press.


Emily Anderson's writing has been published in such venues as Harper's, Conjunctions, Kenyon Review, Fence, Broadview Anthology of Short Fiction, and Best American Experimental Writing 2015. Her book, Little: Novels (Blaze VOX Books 2015), erases each of Laura Ingalls Wilder's Little House novels. A long-term collaboration with photo-video based artist Jen Morris has been presented in Philadelphia, Brattleboro (Vermont), Buffalo (New York), and Santa Cruz de Tenerife (Spain). Anderson holds an MFA from the School of the Art Institute of Chicago and an MA from Bucknell University. Currently, she is a PhD candidate in English at the University at Buffalo.



Each page will have halves of stripes


And pages turned will have new


   Strides whereabout though you


Know notable marks behind are


   Neither more beginnings nor ends


Their sides are meant in cold


   Blocking to bedrone pale


   Space and these words beside


To unfield themselves, unturn


   Each page, retain in aegis


Unseen living.



It is about an object or face and its partitions,


Adjustments or ghosts, three, three, three, four,


Four, three, three, three, 3.5, 3.5, 2 a binding


Star only a brute point in a single moment, before


The star the case it was brought by another,


The case that it has happened, hasn’t


Benign’d its short points of light nor own


Unled spring, rinsed in sands and canted





The lake at the ends


Of the door, the edges


Unbroken, buttons


Falling from heavens


A bearing warms on


Other bearings, senten-


Cing in the eyes


Of the petal’s child, the


Lake runs wild, the


Endings move Eastwest,


The afore neither sheet


Nor bed needs another


Though another needs a vine


High in the lake (dance)


The unsoak’d both.

         —Joshua Lickteig, from Rigged In Kings

Ghost on a flash drive. Those scientists are reenacting the first voyages of the Viking ships.
Note the square orange sail, the ship’s curved prow. An abandoned ghost. They look hungry.
Ghosts who are deeply sorrowful, ghosts who are Abraham Lincoln. Ghosts pushing baby
carriages over treacherous ridges, down scatterstone slopes. Soldiers watched the cold sea in
their dark boots. Flimsy ghosts. Ghosts who are monkeys. Ghosts who wear monkey skin, fur
and teeth.


They scraped the scales off fish to make shoeleather; they had wet feet for the duration of the
occupation. Ghosts laughing at fear. Seals wallow on the frozen beach in March. Give me a
moment. So much happens when the lighthouse light revolves in triple stripes over the land
and the water. It will take a while to tell you. First, blue made blue by yellow light, then ghosts
coughing, hacking, wheezing, spitting, sweeping, swallowing, brushing, gazing, adoring,
stopping, dozing and snowing. The light falls among the rocks. It sweeps the sea, it nears me,
my skin in the dark ghosts racing, ghosts forsaking none of their progeny.

Emily Anderson, from Alive!



          —josé felipe alvergue, from gist : rift : drift : bloom