On December 11, 2003, Illinois Governor Rod Blagojevich named Kevin Stein the state’s fourth poet laureate, following Howard Austin, Carl Sandburg, and Gwendolyn Brooks. Stein has published eight poetry collections and chapbooks, three scholarly books, and two poetry anthologies.

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Nov 19 2016
Al DeGenova Reading

Highland Park Poetry welcomes Al DeGenova as our featured reader. Albert DeGenova is a prize-winning poet, editor, teacher, and blues saxophonist. His most recent chapbook is A Good Hammer (2014, a limited edition hand-made letterpress imprint from Timberline Press) with his newest collection, Fishnets and Saxophones, to be published this fall by Purple Flag press. In 2000, he launched the literary/arts journal After Hours, for which he continues as publisher and editor. DeGenova is half of the performance poetry duo AvantRetro (with Charlie Rossiter) which appears throughout the Midwest and greater Chicago area.

Open-mic begins immediately follows. Poets may bring up to 6 poems to share. All are welcome to enjoy the word magic in the funky vibe of Madame ZuZu’s.

582 Roger Williams Avenue
60035 Highland Park, Illinois

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        Hog Butcher for the World,
        Tool maker, Stacker of Wheat,
        Player with Railroads and the Nation's 
             Freight Handler;
        Stormy, husky, brawling,
        City of the Big Shoulders:

They tell me you are wicked and I believe them, for I have seen your

     To the Williamson Brothers

High noon. White sun flashes on the Michigan Avenue asphalt. Drum of hoofs and whirr of motors. Women trapsing along in flimsy clothes catching play of sun-fire to their skin and eyes.

Inside the playhouse are movies from under the sea. From the heat of pavements



The market is made of fire so nothing
Stands, or stands—even in the ideal
City of Pullman, I hear “nigga run,”
One child shouting to another in ruins,
Of ruin and so call out in paradise
To the live bloody skeleton hung softly
As summer in each other to escape
This year’s