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Jessica will feature this Friday at Tia Chucha's Centro Cultural!

FEATURE TIME!

It's time to rock the mic en espanol! 
Here I go...

Friday, May 1 
8pm
Open Mic to all creative genres, en espanol o ingles!

Poeta, Jessica M. Wilson
featuring at Tia Chucha's Centro Cultural: 13197 Gladstone Ave. Unit A, Sylmar, CA 91342
http://www.tiachucha.org/


Jessica M. Wilson is Navajo Indian Poet from East Los Angeles, CA. She has an MFA in Writing from Otis College of Art and Design and a BA in Creative Writing and Art History from University of California, Riverside.
She began the Los Angeles Poet Society as an answer to bring the LA literary 'scene' into light -- so there would be transparency between Poets and Poetry Venues, Publishers, Musicians and Artists and all creatives.
To bring the community together, she is Founder and Host of the Literary Series: Writers' Row, Writer Wednesday, SoapBox Poets Open Mic, and the Salon @ NoHo.
Jessica is a Poet Teacher with California Poets in the Schools, and believes in the power of the word! She is 100 Thousand Poets for Change and Revolutionary Poets Brigade in Los Angeles!
She is a Beat Poet and dedicates her words to the freedom of Mohammad ibn Al Ajami and other humans being repressed and denied the right to speak their truth.

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