February 24, 2014

Endi Bogue Hartigan & Sarah Mangold

Reading & book launch

Sunday, March 9
7:30 pm

Glyph Café and Art Space
804 NW Couch (North Park Blocks)
Portland, Oregon

$5 suggested donation

Sarah Mangold lives in Edmonds, WA. She is the author of Household Mechanics (New Issues), selected by C.D. Wright for the New Issues Poetry Prize and the forthcoming Boxer Rebellion (Kore Press). Her most recent chapbooks include The Goddess Can Be Recognized By Her Step (Dusie Kollektiv), Cupcake Royale (above/ground press), and I Meant To Be Transparent (LRL e-editions). She is the recipient of a 2013 NEA Poetry Fellowship. From 2002-2009 she edited Bird Dog, a print journal of innovative writing and art and with Maryrose Larkin, co-edits FLASH + CARD, a chapbook and ephemera press. 

Endi Bogue Hartigan will read from her new book Pool [5 choruses], released this spring from Omnidawn and selected for the Omnidawn Open Poetry Prize. Endi is also author of One Sun Storm (Center for Literary Publishing, Colorado State University), and the chapbook out of the flowering ribs, a collaboration with artist Linda Hutchins. Her work has appeared or is forthcoming in Denver Quarterly, Verse, Volt, Chicago Review,  LVNG, Peep/​​Show, and Jack London is Dead (Tinfish press), among others publications. In recent years she has participated in the artist-writer collaborative group 13 Hats and is a member of the Spare Room collective. Endi lives in Portland with her husband Patrick and son Jackson. 

from The Goddess Can Be Recognized By Her Step

Outlined like a phone tree I was speechless O
memories O symbolic transgressions Migrate and
devour a strong-box full of meaning O unconscious
kingdoms Pioneering elucidation Poach their
intertwined abandonment Run it like a traffic light
faint with expectation 

Sarah Mangold

Kelp chorus
They are all throat in the night--they say the word spirit with ease
They are the drifting, violet gowns of the throat
They are all night in the throat--they are all ease in the all
They say the words blue and baleen and sailing and seas
Perhaps they have the relationship of the throat determined and so are all it
Or, they have the slick violet gown of the throat and they are the luster of
the gown slipping over the fragile, wet word of the spirit
Or, perhaps the word spirit with ease is the same as the throat
Or, the naked "they" is the same as "they say"
Then we want it divulged, what they have, or had, or seem to have in ease,
a sea of violet gowns washed up in small pathetic heaps,
they are all heaped in the white, coughed up on salt-encrusted sand,
iridescent froth sticking or popping against them 
At the touch of the bubble, an acid hurt 
Then we are all them, and not without ease

Endi Bogue Hartigan