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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

readings & workshops
February 2 -23

Three Windows into Writing and Revising a Poem with Kathleen A. Dale

exhibitions
February 11 - Apr 5

Tarot: The (Re)Making of a Language

readings & workshops
February 26

Poetry Reading: Jennifer Elise Foerster + Zoë Johnson

readings & workshops
February 26

Seeing in Invisibility: Poetry as revelation at UWM Libraries Special Collections

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

Elizabeth Arnold

Winner of an Amy Lowell scholarship, a Whiting Writer's award, and fellowships from the Radcliffe Institute for Advanced Study at Harvard, the Rockefeller Foundation, the Fine Arts Work Center, Yaddo, and MacDowell, Elizabeth Arnold has published four books of poetry, The Reef (1999), Civilization (2006), Effacement (2010), and Life (2014). Her poems have appeared or are forthcoming in Paris Review, Poetry, Slate, Kenyon Review, Conjunctions, and The Nation. As a Ph.D. student, she discovered an unpublished novel by the British poet, Mina Loy, which was published by Black Sparrow Press in 1990. She teaches on the MFA faculty of University of Maryland.

Selected Poems

Flow Dynamics

So lightly and invisibly I hardly knew it,

river of blood descending without joy back to the heart
through the frail vein all that time

—the largest of the body!—

shredded then dissolved ("obliterated")
and there was a sudden seepage

into surrounding tissue

instead of the blood pouring out as you'd expect forever,
and a new vein formed to bypass what was gone

like a wide meander

even the smallest flood ends, and the river
goes straight from that point.

But in my case the thin-walled base-ends held

forming an anabranch, a section of the river
that diverts from the main channel,

rejoins it downstream.

Local ones can be caused by or make
small islands in the watercourse

but sometimes they flow hundreds of miles

like the Bahr el Zeraf in the south Sudan that splits from the
Bahr al Jabal of the White Nile, doesn't return

until Malakal

instead of leaving behind,
as it could have with the blood being old,

a full-fledged oxbow lake

that before too long
will blister in the sun, become

a little blue scar beside the heart

 

What Is A Person

capable of feeling
while in contact with another

—to interface that way with god?

I look at the red-tiled roofs outside,
at all the angles

facing the white-blue cloudless sky

like the creases in Bellini's angel's
silver-blue dress, Tintoretto's white one

that's practically transparent in his

Annunciazione at the San Rocco
—cloth complex as thought!

Then the bells start, flood the void.

 

 

The Hoopoe

It was an accident
a few days after the mother bird,

having not that long ago flown north

across the Mediterranean,
pecked at the window

every morning for a week,

one facing the other
like two portholes in my attic room,

so angrily it seemed

at the threat she saw (herself)
threatening her chicks,

one of which, grown, flew

quick as bats darting all around the trees
and outbuildings of this

Tuscan medieval castle

the night you called from Egypt,
your voice a dim light barely getting through

the atmosphere

of the great hall the valley makes
—right through my room

Bede-sparrow-like

but in this case the long
downwardly curve-beaked hoopoe

exited the morning

with its sparkling off the vines' leaves hiding
the fragile grapes

and the olives' dull leaves even

shining!
—out of that, back into.