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The Metaphors feature at Stories Books and Cafe!

Hola amigos... I am so happy to let you all know that Juan and I will be rocking tomorrow afternoon at Stories Books and Cafe in Echo Park! We are THE METAPHORS! That's right! We are rocking at A RRose in a Prose - a Literary Salon with DM Collins, Rick Lupert, and a many fierce cats!

Photo by Alexis Rhone Fancher

Sunday, Nov. 29th, 2pm - 5pm
Free

Here's the address: 
Stories BooksandCafe
1716 W Sunset Blvd, Los Angeles, California 90026
Facebook RSVP: https://www.facebook.com/events/1504957616467588/


THE METAPHORS on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/The-Metaphors-1521104531475896/?fref=ts

A collaboration of sound and words from the Flute of Juan Cardenas and the word sounds of Poet Jessica Wilson. Juan is a classically trained Flautist and Poet Teacher for California Poets in the Schools. Jessica is also a Poet Teacher for CPITS, and is celebrating the launch of her first book of poetry, Serious Longing, by Swan World Press, Paris, France. Together, they build literary bridges with the Los Angeles Poet Society.www.losangelespoetsociety.org www.cpits.org





Order my new book, Serious Longing today! If you pre-order with me tomorrow, I'll be sure to autograph your copy! 
http://www.editionsducygne.com/swanworld-serious-longing2.html

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