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Event Calendar
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readings & workshops
April 6 - Jun 27

Book Club: Readshops led by Karl Gartung

readings & workshops
July 3 - Jun 30

Dhamma MKE

readings & workshops
October 22 - Jun 24

Welcome Home!: A Veterans Writing Group

exhibitions
February 11 - Apr 5

Tarot: The (Re)Making of a Language

readings & workshops
February 27

Urban Echo Poets

readings & workshops
February 29

Visionary Narratives: A Workshop in Drawing Inspiration with Laurence Ross.

exhibitions
February 29

Reception for Tarot: The (Re)Making of a Language

readings & workshops
March 1 -29

On the Front Lines, Behind the Lines: Writing Protest Poetry with Margaret Rozga.

film & video
March 6

aCinema Screening

readings & workshops
March 12

Creative Confluence: Research for Hybrid Writing, a conversation with Heid E. Erdrich

readings & workshops
March 12

Poetry Reading: Heid E. Erdrich

readings & workshops
March 14

Poetry & Pi(e) featuring Vida Cross + Chuck Stebelton

performances
March 19

Formations Series for New and Improvised Music

readings & workshops
March 20

Poetry Reading: Mark Bibbins + Elizabeth Hoover

readings & workshops
March 26

Poetry Reading: Eli Goldblatt + Charles Alexander

readings & workshops
March 28

Poetry Reading: Tara Betts + Jennifer Steele

Michael O'Leary

Michael O'Leary is the co-editor of Flood Editions and he works as a structural engineer in Chicago.

Selected Poems

Politics


Michael O'Leary

 

I watched the polls as breathlessly
as Deadwood, dedicating hours
at work to downticks in the South

and found an article online
on survey weight and sample size
which led to Leibniz's response

to a Bernoulli on whether
the likelihood of early death
can be inferred from death tolls past:

Nature's habit is patterned on
the repetition of events,
but only for the most part.

Like anybody, I was moved
by the long odds of the campaign,
the painful progress, how his dad

abandoned him for his career
and especially when Rev. Wright
spoke at the National Press Club.

A week before election day
I saw a picture of a sad
Obama walking down the street

in Honolulu—slight haze of
pollution in the humid air,
palm trees unmoving, cars unmoved,

the dark apartment tower where
his grandmother lay dying now—
now at the pivot of relief

and grief that there is nowhere left
to go and no one to turn to,
the habit of reflection split

in two by revelation that
entropy is another name
for what is otherwise unsaid.