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Reading at the Last Bookstore - September 21

Hello my friends,
I am going to be reading this coming Weds, Sept. 21 at the Last Bookstore in the historic bank district of downtown LA!

Yahooo! I will be there with my brothers and sisters of the Coiled Serpent Anthology from Tia Chucha Press!

It's a free show, and it will be filmed! I am super stoked!
The LAPS has a new videographer and is growing the team of officers/ head honchos/honchas :)

More info: http://lastbookstorela.com/events/2743/



The Coiled Serpent is an amazing collection of the diverse authors of LA, pulling from our stories of tragedy, triumph, and hysterics.
A very special book, dedicated to our dearly departed poet heroes:

Wanda Coleman
John Trudell
Francisco X. Alarcon


Plus a great intro from LA's Poet LAureate, Luis J. Rodriguez!
Way to rock it Tia Chucha Press -- what a beautiful LA legacy! WRITE ON!

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