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Villar, Richard 2021

Wednesday, December 15, 2021
Reading Series with Richard Villar and Elana Bell


because civil cafesito
and politics cannot coexist
and we do not question
our birth certificates
unless we are agents of Homeland Security
because we were born American citizens
and as such are eligible to die
at a higher rate
in exchange for houses in Orlando
that we do not own.

– Richard Villar, “Always Here”

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The draft in your windows wakes you.
A jazzman reads you D.H. Lawrence,
wishing your waist was muted trumpet,
your moans the notes to Corcovado.

– Richard Villar, “Aubade at 12:56pm”

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Vorreyer, Donna 2016

Thursday, January 28, 2016
with Fatimah Asghar
Grace Church of Logan Square


 Not ready to sleep
in its restless bed, I weave a necklace
of seaweed, paddle my way back to you —
no blue is that blue. 

– Donna Vorreyer, “The Lost Art of Giving Up”

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Interview with Donna Vorreyer – The Sundress Blog

Donna Vorreyer is the author of Every Love Story is an Apocalypse Story (Sundress Publications, 2016) and A House of Many Windows (Sundress Publications, 2013) as well as seven chapbooks, most recently Encantado, a collaboration with artist Matt Kish from Redbird Chapbooks. She is the reviews editor for Stirring: A Literary Collection, and she …

When we meet again, you notice
something in the air – lilacs
or lullabies, a subtle change
in the horizon’s line.

– Donna Vorreyer, “Preamble”

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Villanueva, R. A. 2015

Thursday, May 7, 2015
with Rachel Eliza Griffiths
Chicago Cultural Center


Not vinegar. Not acid. Not
sugarcane pressed to mortar by
fist, but salt: salt, the home taste; salt,
the tide; salt, the blood.

– R. A. Villanueva, “Archipelagic”

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DIVEDAPPER // R.A. Villanueva

“Poetry is trying, it seems to me, to conceive of how our universe works. “

Tonight, my mother paints her nails
black—a shade she names, “Dark Matter.”
She numbers what’s left of her cells,
tells us of this burning inside
her knees, laughs a promise to fight.

– R. A. Villanueva, “When Doves”

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Vitkauskas, Lina Ramona 2014

Thursday, December 11, 2014
with Larry Sawyer and Tyler Mills
Chicago Cultural Center


Among the blood instruments,
so well-arranged against the moss,
patients wear the thievery of apostropherubber,

– Lina Ramona Vitkauskas, “Where the Tympanuchus Roam”

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this hostage situation
beats as a rug
or a zombie drummer,
where no cadence collects,

– Lina Ramona Vitkauskas, “The Moderate Glance of Love’s Fellow Alternate”

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Vandenberg, Katrina 2004

Monday, October, 18, 2004
with Misty Harper and Kristy Bowen


And what if you could step outside yourself,
could walk the streets of your old life after dark
until you found yourself in the lit window
of the bungalow on the April night you packed
your dead lover’s clothes in a box you weighted
with his shoes, and saw yourself opening your arms

– Katrina Vandenberg, “Suppose”

Broadside of “Suppose” by Katrina Vandenberg

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about the old neighbor who lives alone, the woman
no one has seen in years, if at all. Say she cracked
her yellowed shade and spoke to you, soon after
you moved in, mid-winter. Change the locks,

– Katrina Vandenberg, “Say something”

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