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Writers' Row 2012 Finale at The Last Bookstore!

December is a great month... marking many pivotal achievements made throughout the year.
I am proud to state that Writers' Row will always remain one of my proudest moments, and I've been so pleased to host this literary tribute to the "Written Art", for the past two years... 
Writers' Row found a wonderful home at the Last Bookstore.

Chances are that won't be the last of Writers' Row and the Los Angeles Poet Society, paired up with the Last Bookstore, but will be at the moment. 

Celebrate the year and your words with us December 19th!
Our features to close out the year are Melissa Alvarado and Abel Salas.

Our Special Guest for the evening is Poet S.A. Griffin! It's often hard to construct what to say about S.A. because he is really awesome and just an honor to hear and see!

Dr. Melissa F. Alvarado probably grew up in the smallest town in Nebraska and pursued a Doctorates in Pharmacy, but decided to pursue her love of writing poetry after the late and former Nebraska Poet Laureate William Kloefkorn gave her an award for best work while she was still an undergraduate, which put her on the radar. She has since traveled all across the United States with her pen and paper until she finally landed in California. She married Rafael Alvarado and had her firstborn son, Maximo Alvarado. Every day is a challenge as Rafael cannot be with his new family. Publications include poems published in Chum, Suisun Valley Review, The Toronto Quarterly, & more. She just finished her first book that needs a publisher, “It Wasn’t Like in the Movies,” which she worked on for more than six years.

Brooklyn & Boyle editor/publisher Abel Salas, a co-founder and board member ex-oficio of the Corazon del Pueblo collective, who has published pieces of journalism in The New York Times, The Los Angeles Times Sunday Magazine, The Austin Chronicle and poetry in Zyzzyva, The Austin Chronicle, The Beltway Poetry Quarterly, among many others.

I am sure you've come across them either in person, or at the projects they are involved in all over LA county!

We have a FAT open mic! :) Get on the list, rsvp me at venicesoapboxpoets@gmail.com

Open mic gives 5 minutes, all creative written work is welcome.


**Make sure to send me your email. The Writers' Row Salon, presented by the Los Angeles Poet Society, will get brewing in 2013, held at a private loft in downtown's own Artist Colony, The Brewery! ***


WRITE NOW!
Bring a friend! We're gonna rock the sh*t out of this mic!

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