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SPREAD reading 11.8.11 7P Hugo House

November 1, 2011
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Spread (The Book)

From Spankstra Press:

Do you remember Scooby-Doo? Well, this announcement has nothing to do with that. Do you remember SPREAD: The Monthly Journal of Poetry? It was a free poetry zine passed out around Seattle from October 2000 to July 2003. It featured the works of Charles Bukowski, Lynn Lifshin, Antler, Todd Moore, Harvey Goldner  and many others. It also featured visual art from Chuk Bal’dock, flatchestedmama, Matt Kurinij and a few others.  It was free. It was harmless. It was all over Seattle. Tablet liked it. The Seattle Weekly liked it. Everybody liked it. Well, Spankstra, the local small press, has been cajoled and prodded into gathering all the issues together and putting out a book.  It comes in at over 140 pages. And we are having a book release party!!

When: Tues Nov. 8th at 7pm
Where: Hugo House, Capitol Hill
Readers:
Maged Zaher, Eli Richardson, Michael P. Smith, Karen Perry, Bruce V. Bracken, Arne Pihl, L.E. Cornelison, the ghost of Harvey Goldner, Mystery Reader and
others.

Host: Arne Pihl
Music: Ronnie Porter
Also a special surprise for one of our readers.
Beer and wine available from the House cafe.

SPREAD

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