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June 20 Prose Reading @ SPLAB

May 24, 2011
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We’re sad to see the demise of Pilot Books, a tiny store on Capitol Hill, but energetic supporter of innovative writing. On Monday, June 20 at 7:30 PM, SPLAB welcomes two writers who had planned to read at Pilot move to our friendly neighborhood SPLAB:

Amelia Gray is the author of AM/PM (Featherproof Books) and Museum of the Weird (FC2). Her first novel, THREATS, is due Winter 2012 from Farrar, Straus and Giroux.

Matthew Simmons lives in Seattle with his cat, Emmett. He is the author of A JELLO HORSE (2009, Publishing Genius Press) and THE MOON TONIGHT FEELS MY REVENGE (2010, Keyhole Press). More things about him can be discovered at themanwhocouldntblog.blogspot.com.

Suggested Donation: $5.00. Come hear what innovative prose writers are up to Monday, June 20 in one of our last events before our summer break.

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