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Dream Keepers Winter and Spring Schedule



Last Monday, the Dream Keepers met at King Library and made books about our dreams.


We'll be continuing to make those books throughout January at our other meetings. And we've got a whole bunch of other fun things planned for the rest of the winter and spring.

Here are the Dream Keepers locations and dates. Drop in and write with us!


Mitchell Street Library 

903 West Historic Mitchell Street
4:30-6:00 PM

We meet in the library's Makerspace downstairs. Join us to create something with words, art, and more!

February 4, 18
March 4, 18
April 8, 22
May 21

Capitol Drive Library

3969 N 74th Street
4:00-5:30 PM

We meet in the children's area.

February 11, 25
March 11, 25
April 15, 29
May 20

Dr. Seuss Day

March 2, 2019
Central Library
11:00 AM- 1:00 PM

Join me in making tiny books and zines on any topic you are passionate about.



Urban Wildlife: Poetry in Your Backyard

I'm delighted to be a part of Urban Wildlife: Poetry in Your Backyard. Together with teachers from the Milwaukee Public Museum, we present a workshop to help young people observe the wildlife in their yard, understand how it's related and write about it! Join us at one of our upcoming workshops! Visit the project website for more information: http://www.fieldworkmke.org/

February 9, East Library, 11 AM- 12 PM
February 27, Center Street, 4-5 PM
March 19, Capitol Drive, 4-5 PM
March 23, Mitchell Street, 1-2 PM
April 10, Washington Park, 4:30-5:30 PM
April 27, Zablocki, 2-3 PM
April 30, Mill Road, 6-7 PM

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