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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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readings & workshops
April 6 - Sep 28

Book Club: Readshops led by Karl Gartung

readings & workshops
July 3 - Sep 25

Dhamma MKE

exhibitions
August 1 - Sep 26

The Point Being: Works by Thomas Gaudynski

special events
September 21

¡Palante!: A Celebration of Puerto Rican Arts and Culture

readings & workshops
September 22 - Oct 13

Friction in Fiction: Developing Characters and Conflict

readings & workshops
September 26

Poetry Reading: Jake Skeets & Manny Loley

readings & workshops
September 26

Poem as Field – Understanding Energy in Poetry a craft talk with Jake Skeets

readings & workshops
October 2

Poetry Reading: Alan Bernheimer & Karl Gartung

readings & workshops
October 16

Poetry Reading: Timothy Donnelly & Bethany Price

performances
October 17

Formations Series for New & Improvised Music

readings & workshops
October 19

Language as a Playground

readings & workshops
October 20

Reading: Peter Markus

readings & workshops
October 22 - Dec 31

Welcome Home!: A Veterans Writing Group

readings & workshops
October 23

Reading and Book Launch: Kathie Giorgio

readings & workshops
October 24

Urban Echo Poets

readings & workshops
October 27

Submitathon

readings & workshops
November 1

Reading and Screening: Trisha Low, Stephanie Young, and Zachary Epcar

readings & workshops
November 10 - Dec 8

Shifty Subjects and Unexpected Endings

special events
November 16

39th Anniversary Gala

Michael Robins

Michael Robins is the author of The Next Settlement (UNT Press, 2007), which received the Vassar Miller Prize. His poems have recently appeared or are forthcoming in Crazyhorse, Handsome, Ploughshares, and Leopard Print: Twelve Writers Change Their Spots, a mini-anthology of heteronymic writing. He was born in Portland, Oregon, and lives in the Albany Park neighborhood of Chicago.

Selected Poems

Personations of Mother Goose


Michael Robins

 

What light in the sky to leave, what flags
through town, their white Q's. How I was

as I had been has nothing against captains,
with distance between an awkward door

& fence, in what appear to be the stars
in a month in this string of deadly months.

My movement upends, my gestures vanish.
This happens again & again like lightning

to rod. Like difficult to stand if standing
is stance, the wedge between citizen & me.

Where Q gets buried I found the string
& pulled. Doing so, could not stop pulling.