• Address 720 East Locust Street | Milwaukee, WI 53212
  • Phone 414.263.5001
  • 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 - 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 Autrey

Born in Massachusetts, and raised in Portland, Oregon, Michael Autrey has studied in France and Greece, lived and worked in the Czech Republic, India and Paraguay. He is graduate of the University of Chicago. In 2010 he moved back to the Second City, where he reviews books and teaches. Our Fear is his first book.

Selected Poems

In the Spirit of The Spirit of The Beehive

One sister asks the other
About fucking close to water,
Fucking on a mountaintop.

Do it in bed. Don't fuck with
Exotic locales. He'll forget to pull out—

The monster drowns the girl.
Her father, daughter's body in his arms,

Staggers through the town, mourners
Standing on their shadows' necks

As St. George is often shown,
Standing on the dragon's neck,
Waiting for the applause to die down.

 

In the Strawberries

      For J.T., on his 50th birthday

Men in the back of a pickup:
fatigues, camo make-up,
armed to the teeth.
                                  Their irises
looked like part of their disguise
but I remember the whites of their eyes.

 

Artists' Retreat

All day in the shed,
making noise of metal,
calls it Cosmic Seed;
its comic, laughable.

He gave his best years
to sparks: arc welder
blinding; grinder
whinging, whining.

Weaned off daylight,
I wait for him to mute
the TV. It keeps, he says,
the ghosts at bay.

Ghosts would be welcome.
Scared out of my wits
I'd know I had some
of my own about me.

But Attenborough
confides: Seventy
types of gall afflict
every single old oak