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July 11, 2017
Four Poems
by Sandra Meek
In the palace of music, a gathering of the mute:
this became the body.
June 20, 2017
The Experimental Subject
Parts 3–6
by Joyce Carol Oates
Coiled in the mother’s womb in the birth sac is a small creature with a large head and flat puckered face, tight-shut eyes, tiny clenched fists, that could be mistaken for a purely human fetus, or, from another angle, a chimpanzee baby with somewhat human features.
June 13, 2017
The Experimental Subject
Parts 1–2
by Joyce Carol Oates
By measured stages seduction, sexual relations, impregnation. And if impregnation, gestation.
     Birth, and beyond birth.
May 23, 2017
Four Poems
by Kirstin Allio
Under cover,
the ground seems
legless.
May 16, 2017
Four Poems
by Thea Brown
All day all I think is I’m tired and typing, ticker. Am I talking too much or for. And why a girlish void person of emotional scaffolding a demon, a deadness. A depth, nonromantic. As though. The real deadness front-paged and swallowed.
May 9, 2017
Three Poems
by Dennis Finnell
a few acorns forgotten
under the national soot

so much wonderland
a can of borscht in the larder
April 18, 2017
Four Poems
by Nathaniel Rosenthalis
He was looking out a window
in a room he had agreed to. “What then,”
he said, “let a few more in?”
April 11, 2017
From The New Encyclopedia
by Byron Landry
Little is known about the pre-Socratic philosopher Polycyathus, and that little unlikeable: he was born at Dodona, and was old when Socrates was young (Plato reports that Socrates once tried to question Polycyathus, but that the latter quickly “succumbed to wine-sleep”); he taught the doctrine that “nothing is good”; he believed that, of all the forms of governance, tyranny was best, because “it breeds monuments.”
March 28, 2017
Three Poems
by Rebecca Lilly
mirrored      clouds                now
virtual                  glitter         their
idyll                      the first person
March 14, 2017
Bleached Pink on the Line
by Danielle Pafunda
We’d been there too long. Portia’s red slip bleached pink on the line, Mr. B getting to know the local girls by name.
March 7, 2017
Three Poems
by Daniel Poppick
I was struck
By your brevity
Can you speak further
About honing that
Particular skill
February 28, 2017
Internal Report on the Rise of the Inconceivable
by Ellen Hinsey
Overall, The Inconceivable believes itself of clear mind and conscience, and as such, a model of elegant comportment.
February 21, 2017
Metamorphosis and the Surreal
by Rikki Ducornet
The surrealist universe is unabashedly sexed and eagerly embraces nature’s infinitely mutable manifestations.
February 7, 2017
Two Poems
by Sylvia Legris
Damp-squib grammar of pretty things and wild mignonette.
Quercitron bark. Old Fustic’s persistently pissy stamen,
the peony-stained wallpaper.
January 31, 2017
The Compound
by Rob Walsh
The money was from a corporation, if that makes any difference to you, and not enough to buy everything we wanted.
January 10, 2017
Ten Poems from Passagen
by Benjamin Landry
Pan speaking panisms at the church
of Christ, Pantokrater, in place
of the usual docent, breast of sportscoat
bulging with his pipes.
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A Reading by Quincy Troupe
The American Book Award–winning poet, journalist, and Miles Davis biographer reads from his work
Monday, September 25, 2017
2:30 pm
Campus Center, Weis Cinema