March 6, 2019

Jac Nelson & Deborah Woodard

Saturday, March 16
7:00 pm

1223 NE ML King Blvd.

$5 suggested donation for the readers

Jac Nelson is a multimedia poet living between the ancestral lands of the Nisqually people and of the Očeti Šakówiŋ. Their work begins with art and artist as ethical questions that emerge from inherited context: ancestry, language, land, trauma, coercion, and decision activate their aesthetic search for multigenerational healing and connection. Jac continues to learn about, engage with, and resist the ways they benefit from white supremacy originating in genocide, slavery, and other violences. Recent work was shown at Gay City in Seattle Wa, published by Black Warrior Review and Fanzine, and is forthcoming in Old Pal and soft surface.

Deborah Woodard is the author of Plato's Bad Horse (Bear Star, 2006), Borrowed Tales (Stockport Flats, 2012) and No Finis: Triangle Testimonies, 1911 (Ravenna Press, 2018). She has published several chapbooks, including Hunter Mnemonics (hemel press, 2008), which was illustrated by artist Heide Hinrichs. Her poetry has appeared in Alive at the Center: Contemporary Poems from the Pacific Northwest (Ooligan Press, 2013), Filter, Handsome, Gargoyle, Shake the Tree, Zoland Poetry, and elsewhere. She has translated the poetry of Amelia Rosselli from Italian in The Dragonfly, A Selection of Poems: 1953-1981 (Chelsea Editions, 2009), Hospital Series (New Directions, 2015) and Obtuse Diary (Entre Rios Books, 2018).  Deborah teaches at Hugo House in Seattle.

N o s e b l e e d

My brother was tired and wanting

his family and came to us when

                                        he's here he's

quiet and rests his hand where

the dog can lay her red chin let's not

                                        ----be home

----to what broke us

Jac Nelson

Mr. Steuer and Anna Gullo

You passed girls in front of you on the way from the ninth floor? And you grabbed the pail in the process?  

Yes, sir.

Then, carrying the pail, you took the time to go to the Greene Street door?  

The smoke was coming. But I pushed through and went down on the floor, to get out the Greene Street side.

And this is where you are?

[He indicates the Greene Street door.]


And when you went to the window and the fire escape, you turned around?  

Well, I was trying to holler...

Mr. Steuer to THE COURT: I think it is pretty plain that she was trying to get out the window.

THE COURT: You wait until Mr. Steuer is finished talking before you answer.  

Yes, sir.

Some girls were standing around?  

I didn't see any girls.

But you said a moment ago that you were unable to move?  

I tied the waist across my mouth because the smoke was more waterfall than curtain. Then I pushed through.

You mean you grabbed goods from the table? What goods?  

Plain white waists.

Was this after you had spilt the pail of water?  

It was before.

You had the belief that emptying it out the window would help?

Yes, sir.  

I'm afraid that you have more cheerfulness in your soul than I do. Do you know Eddie Markowitz?  

Yes, sir.

What did you do with the empty pail?  

[No answer.]

THE COURT:  Will you please answer?  

I put it in a basket.


then I crossed -- I done the sign of the Cross

Deborah Woodard