Michigan

upcoming events

date
Nov 16 2016
Chris Dombrowski

Afternoon Conversation 3 pm, LookOut! Gallery Reading in RCAH Theatre at 7 pm

7:00pm
362 Bogue Street
Snyder Hall
48825 East Lansing, Michigan
Nov 02 2016
Kate Snodgrass

Afternoon Conversation 3 pm, LookOut! Gallery Reading in RCAH Theatre at 7 pm

7:00pm
362 Bogue Street
Snyder Hall
48825 East Lansing, Michigan
Oct 19 2016
Marcia Aldrich

Afternoon Conversation 3 pm, LookOut! Gallery Reading in RCAH Theatre at 7 pm

7:00pm
362 Bogue Street
Snyder Hall
48825 East Lansing, Michigan

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poems

poem

Leo's Tool & Die, 1950

In the early morning before the shop
opens, men standing out in the yard
on pine planks over the umber mud.
The oil drum, squat, brooding, brimmed
with metal scraps, three-armed crosses,
silver shavings whitened with milky oil,
drill bits bitten off. The light
poem
A green light that comes
when you never saw it coming, never
heard it, felt it, but you knew it

like the woman in the sandlot
behind Abram's Grill
who's just lost her lenses, 
on her hands and knees, her 
hair cut short but seems as if 
it's flowing, and the rush 
on her throat like a rise
from birth,
poem

—Detroit, Michigan

Broad-ribbed leaves of the calathea plant
trickle water down into the mouth of its pot
as if it's still fighting off competitors in the wild

as kittens scamper past, the knees of their 
hind legs bending backwards with inhuman
ease, like teenage boys leaping for rebounds