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  • Hours Tue-Fri 11-8pm | Sat-Sun 12-5pm | Closed Mon
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Event Calendar
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

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.

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

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

Tim Earley

Tim Earley is the author of two collections of poems, Boondoggle and The Spooking of Mavens. A limited edition chapbook, Catfish Poems, is forthcoming from Delete Press this summer. His work has appeared in Colorado Review, Chicago Review, jubilat, Conduit, La Petite Zine, Typo, The Ecopoetry Anthology, and many other publications. He teaches at the University of Mississippi and in the Fine Arts Work Center's Online Writing Program.

Selected Poems


Tim Earley


mead at clog. in the moar this chicken red tipped and phenomenon. gossips

lord aslant. in a sense I live only to violate and shudder but not even the

bounding line is moved by my betrothals. today is scanning of thrift pants. a

new mate is possible. and with that an entirely new coaglum of being. a

heaven recurving as the sky. the v's the possums make as they migrate to

the orange grove of the floridas. cut a hole in that goddamned porch. lordy or

a dog or sponge absorbent corpse ill-benamed and permanent in its

dimensions is hiding down there. the diaspora safely contained in the castle.

nothing shall overbear my paramourmal incantations. my first addressee is

the weathervane. my first lover was not oafish or dressed as hyena was not

redolent of plums did not scotch an apple in her mouth there were no reams

of grotesque children packed into her suitcase yet. she was a bureaucrat with

an arrow through her thigh. a gestural impasse. she was my heart before my

heart realized sex is a displacement an irritation of alternatives a metallic

license and always occurring under a bridge either my ear is imaginary or

there is a far away mote in it. when she smiled a dominant theme was

reintroduced. to conceive a gallant chapter in the arsenic pool. wind a sissure

heaming and so cannot direct my lustful action, friends. obey the garland for

form cannot repent. or for further instance me and these animals have

conjugal contracts our degrees of insight mobled and good men left to urinate

on spring-toothed harrows poor in worms and peculiar in green. desiderated

quark rondel reminds us of the cauteled mule and bredwine maggot. in our

brains numerous trematodes dispense their furrows. we are forced nightly to

labor and inform.