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February Writers' Row is Celebrating the Storytellers!

Join us at Writers' Row in February when we celebrate 2 of the most talented storytellers and writers, Peter Coca and Cheryl Klein!



Peter Coca
Peter is a guy who likes to hang out and write about it and he's been hanging out and writing about it for a while now. He began his studies in New York City as an actor and later, in Los Angeles where he started writing about the people he has met along the way, which so far have resulted in several books. Peter hones his stories and poems at coffee houses, bookstores and bar rooms, then transforms them into one person shows.


Cheryl Klein
Cheryl Klein’s first book, The Commuters: A Novel of Intersections, won City Works Press’ Ben Reitman Award. Her novel Lilac Mines will be published by Manic D Press in 2009. An alumna of UCLA and California Institute of the Arts, she lives in Los Angeles and has taught creative writing to homeless youth, high school girls, and teen boys in the criminal justice system.
http://breadandbread.blogspot.com/


Open Mic by RSVP, email: venicesoapboxpoets@gmail.com
5 mins, 2 pieces

Snacks provided by Los Angeles Poet Society

Enjoy browsing the Last Bookstore, buy some books, take home some snacks, network & schmooze!

This is a no dough, free show! :) 

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