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Molberg, Jenny 2018

Wednesday, March 21, 2018
with Sarah Rose Nordgren and Erin Adair-Hodges
Unabridged Bookstore

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Him, in the dark, calling my body
his. My breasts, my hair, my hips. I shout leave
into Motherwell’s circles. I know I can’t help it, the ring
in its strange case, cold as a head with no body. 

– Jenny Molberg, “After Pawning the Engagement Ring”

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Read this interview with Jenny Molberg from the Los Angeles Review of Books:

Poetry is Rocket Science: An Interview with Jenny Molberg – BLARB

Anthony Immergluck Interviews Jenny Molberg about her poetry collection “Marvels of the Invisible.”

Are we not all sick with our own scolding?
When they found your heartbeat
I thought this could be a girl. Just as quick,
you were gone. The question, the what-if:
always regret. But that is too simple.
To regret is to be too late. 

– Jenny Molberg, “Echolocation”

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Watch Jenny Molberg read for the Chicago Poetry Center, with Sarah Rose Nordgren and Erin Adair-Hodges:

Jenny Molberg starts reading at 2:54.

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Magers, Dan 2016

Wednesday, August 10, 2016
with Mairead Case and Holly Amos
Mars Gallery

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To have for yourself such boundless love
that you give up writing forever.
The future is in the stars. Pain spelled like the color.

– Dan Magers, “Spiritual Grave Year”

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Read this interview with Dan Magers from Southeast Review:

http://southeastreview.org/dan-magers/

Welling up in my hands are emotions,
and I awakened in her wake,
and I almost saw heaven then.

– Dan Magers, “[Welling up in my hands are emotions]”

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Watch Dan Magers read his work at Berl’s Poetry Shop:

Dan Magers @ Berl’s Poetry Shop

Dan Magers reads at the release party for Steven Karl’s first book of poetry Dork Swagger, out now from Coconut Books 2013. http://coconutpoetry.org/bookcatalog.htm Dan Magers is co-founder and co-editor of Sink Review, an online poetry journal as well as founder and editor of Immaculate Disciples Press, a handmade chapbook press focused on poetry and visual arts collaborations.

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Melt, H. 2016

Thursday, June 30, 2016
with Kush Thompson
Intuit: The Center for Intuitive and Outsider Art

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Straight America, I hear you
on the radio, on the streets
advertising gaycations
and gay friendly apartments.

– H. Melt, “The Plural, The Blurring”

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Read this interview with H. Melt from The Offing Magazine:

Guest Editor Profile: H. Melt – The Offing

Q&A with H. Melt

i feel home
at both places
home meaning
misrecognition. 

– H. Melt, “Ode to the Gay Sex Shop”

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Watch H. Melt read some of their work:

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Moore, Jennifer 2015

Wednesday, October 21, 2015
with Hadara Bar-Nadav
Chicago Cultural Center

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I took aim and let the horseshoe go;
it hooked the stake in the sand and landed.
Two dead and three, then three ringers three.
Non-contact sports have their own erotic appeal.

– Jennifer Moore, “I Took Aim and Let the Horseshoe Go”

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Read this interview with Jennifer Moore from Memorious Mag:

Poetry Spotlight: Contributor Jennifer Moore

Jennifer Moore is the author of the newly released The Veronica Maneuver (University of Akron Press) and the chapbook What the Spigot Said (High5 Press). Her poems have appeared in American Letters & Commentary, Best New Poets, Columbia Poetry Review, Barrow Street, and elsewhere, including Memorious, where the poem “The Veronica Maneuver” first appeared.

A bee died on the carpet. A bee died
and I vacuumed him up, a whole body gone.
Though it’s just an apparatus, a plastic wand,
it’s a privilege for the sucker to suck.

– Jennifer Moore, “A Bee Died on the Carpet”

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Mennies, Rachel 2015

Thursday, September 24, 2015
with Sara Henning
Chicago Cultural Center

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I grow a back for bearing, a mouth
for preference.
I want the garden green and gold
and red, to tongue
its nothing seeds, its shit.

– Rachel Mennies, “First Draft of the Teenage Girl”

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Read this interview with Rachel Mennies from Hayden’s Ferry Review:

http://haydensferryreview.blogspot.com/2012/03/where-are-they-now-rachel-mennies.html

It begins between pinched fingers,
the sting of salt inside a bitten nail.
When I first looked away from you,
I found two ants cresting the pantry door,
breadcrumb boulders in their mouths,
overwhelmed.

– Rachel Mennies, “Argument”

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McConnell, Marty 2015; 2020

Thursday, June 11, 2015
with Joel Craig
Chicago Cultural Center
Thursday, February 20, 2020
Reading Series with Marty McConnell and Maya Marshall
The Martin

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Maybe it was the part in Runaway Bunny
where the mother rabbit grows wings
and becomes part bird to find her offspring
that grew in me a certainty that the disappeared
would always come back

– Marty McConnell, “The Gift”

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Read this interview with Marty McConnell from 300 Questions:

17/30: Ten Questions With Marty McConnell

Marty McConnellI saw this interview with Michael Jordan once where he talked about that game vs. The Blazers. The one where he hit all of those threes and shrugged. He said the game was happening in slow motion for him. That everything was coming at him, and he was absorbing all of it, becoming a…

the noise
from the party a backdrop
of garbled babble and laughter,
wind against the windows,
the occasional casualty of glass.

– Marty McConnell, “West Barry Street”

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Marchetti, Sandra 2015

Thursday, March 12, 2015
with Stuart Dybek
Chicago Cultural Center

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You miss it, craning
away from verdancy.
Pause in this place
while I glaze you;
my head tilts
a direction you can’t read.

– Sandra Marchetti, “Sur l’herbe”

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Read this interview with Sandra Marchetti from So to Speak Journal:

http://sotospeakjournal.org/poem-conversation-with-sandra-marchetti/

I listen to your fishing
story and wonder,
does anyone cook
the catch anymore?

– Sandra Marchetti, “Imagination”

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Watch Sandra Marchetti read her work at Waterline Writers:

https://vimeo.com/90143266

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Morgan-Hubbard, Sage Xaxua

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Listen to an interview with Sage Xaxua Morgan-Hubbard from Rhymes And Reasons:

Watch the trailer for Sage Xaxua Morgan-Hubbard’s two-woman show with Stacy Rene Erenberg, “Mixed Mamas Remix Vol. 1:”

Mixed Mamas Remix Vol 1. trailer

Sage Morgan-Hubbard and Stacy Rene Erenberg present a two-women show that explores how race, class, gender and sexuality have and continues to intersect and inform their lives as Black and Jewish multi-racial mamas.

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McHugh, Heather

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I owe you an explanation.
My first memory isn’t your own
of an empty box. My babyhood cabinets held
a countlessness of cakes, my backyard
rotted into apple glut, windfalls of
money-tree, mouthfuls of fib.

– Heather McHugh, “The Amenities”

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Read this interview with Heather McHugh from BOMB Magazine:

http://bombmagazine.org/article/2749/heather-mchugh

Everything obeyed our laws and
we just went on self-improving
till a window gave us pause and
there the outside world was, moving.

– Heather McHugh, “Glass House”

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Mann, John 2002

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The body captures the rhythm. A kind
of lilt to the step. Never a tread. You
are looking for ladders to the world.
Hooks. Sometimes it is like holding on
to the strap in a swaying subway.

– John Mann, “Mr. Mann Finds a How To Manual”

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Read this interview with John Mann from The McDonough County Voice:

Q&A with Poet John Mann

Poet John Mann was a English instructor at Western Illinois University and local resident for many years, and next week he’ll return to read his work. Mann, who retired from WIU in 2008 and current…

His plants are alive. They shelter
his head where he sits each
dawn. They are his friends.
They practice the speech of silence.

– John Mann, “Speak Now or Forever, Mr. Mann”

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