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Paul Nelson Reading Monday 2.11.13

February 6, 2013
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Peter Munro has graciously invited me to feature at his Wedgwood Ale House open mic on Monday Feb 11, 2013. Showtime 8:30P. I was hoping to have my book of essays, Organic Poetry, out in time, but no luck. News on canada online pharmacy propecia that release coming soon. Meantime, please consider coming to this reading and hearing a good hunk of new work from Pig War and Other Songs of Cascadia. (More details here.) Who will buy me a Guinness? Chapbooks will be available as well.

Peter Munro

Peter Munro

 

Open Mike at the Wedgwood Ale House

Second Monday of the month, 8:30P:

Wedgwood Ale House (with featured performer, awesome draft beers, and a great menu)          
          8515 35th Ave NE
          Seattle, WA 98115
          206 527 2676
 

At the Wedgwood WAM we add a featured performer to the open mike.  Sometimes the artist will be a musician, sometimes the artist will be in the literary vein. Get there early to get a good seat.

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