Poet Manuel Iris is serving as Thomas More University’s writer-in-residence for the 2023-2024 academic year. He’ll host several events and readings.
Thomas More names former Cincinnati poet laureate writer-in-residence
Category: Poetry
What to Do/See/Hear | Feb. 21-27
Don’t worry. The fever will break. No, not yours (although we hope you’re well, of course): Mother Nature’s. By the end of the week, it’ll seem a little more like February again, just in time to inspire you to take advantage of these enjoyable indoor events.
Wanted: Your poems on peace, justice
SOS Art Cincinnati is seeking submissions for the 15th annual edition of “For A Better World,” a book of poems and art on the themes of peace and justice.
Celebrate poetry at Friends of Dos Madres fundraiser
Poetry lovers are invited to join the Friends of Dos Madres Press for an evening of food, drinks, poetry and fellowship in celebration of 10 years of publishing.
What to do, hear, see | April 12-18
Despite this being a relatively light week for events due to celebrations of Easter and Passover, we’ve found a few things worthy of your attention. Read on!
Picture/Poem | December 2016
Well yes, I said, my mother wears a dot. / I know they said “third eye” in class, but it’s not / an eye eye, not like that. It’s not some freak / third eye that opens on your forehead like…
Picture/Poem | November 2016
She sees an actor savoring a pomegranate in a film, / then buys one from a grocer mounding some, and / stains her table slicing it and stains her mouth and chin…
Picture/Poem | October 2016
I scrapped your car last week: / that fast also-ran four-door sedan / with three hubcaps and one cassette player / the tow truck reaper came
Picture/Poem | September 2016
Tonight six hundred passengers / will ride my antique elevator, / the same inane attempts at humor / will arise, from men, mostly.
Picture/Poem | August 2016
The girls are getting slimmer now as if, perhaps / to keep themselves from their mothers’ fates. / They float in thin blouses above the fat plates, / their bodies forced like flowers into shape.