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Poetry and Posole Fundraiser Event!

April 24, 2024
Veronica Martinez

Celebrate Cascadia Day at our Poetry and Posole Fundraiser!

On May 18, celebrate the power of the natural world and the magnificence of the Cascadia bioregion with us! In honor of the eruption of Mt. St. Helens, Cascadia Poetics Lab will be hosting a Poetry and Posole celebration with poetry readings by Paul Nelson, Lorna Dee Cervantes, Dr. Gabriella Gutiérrez y Muhs, Amalio Madueño and more! The event will also feature a book raffle of more than 10 different books, including Cascadian Zen Vol. I DELUXE and Cascadian Prophets (Interviews 1999-2023). Delicious posole and more food will be provided by the wonderful Dr. Gabriella Gutiérrez y Muhs! REGISTER FOR POETRY AND POSOLE HERE!

WHEN: May 18, 2024, 6-9 PM 
WHERE: 8816 26 Ave NW, Seattle, WA 98117
ADMISSION PRICE: $35 
Parking available on street and at nearby parks. Please carpool if possible!

Join us for a vibrant evening celebrating Cascadia Day with poetry, community and posole. More information on the event is available HERE! We’ll see you there! 

1 Comment

  1. Carlton

    I won’t be there – but in spirit i – I wish you an all of the reader best of luck. As Brenda Hillman wrote “ “We walked through night until there was a poem.”

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