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CPL Youth Committee Event Oct. 18!

October 8, 2024
Veronica Martinez

CPL’s Youth Committee to Host first Poetry event on October 18!

The Cascadia Poetics Lab is happy to announce the creation of the Youth Committee, a committee designed to incorporate young, up-and-coming Cascadian poets into CPL’s programming that will translate the work of the Cascadia Poetics Lab for the newer generations. The committee currently consists of Veronica Martinez, Zach Charles and Zaylan Jacobsen!

The Youth Committee’s first event will be Friday, October 18, 2024 6:30-8:30 PM PDT at the Basecamp Café (800 E Thomas St.) in Capitol Hill! We are happy to be partnering with Seattle outdoor adventure club Gearhouse for this event and are excited to combine the loves of nature and poetry to encourage connection to place and the present moment! The event will feature a 30 minute mixer, followed by readings from poets Zach Charles, Hannah Villanueva, Emma McVeigh, Ezra Williamson and Enrico Muhs. We hope you will join us for the first event of CPL’s Youth Committee and celebrate the next generation of art in the Cascadia bioregion! Tickets are $5 for Gearhouse members, $8 for CPL associates, and $10 for the public. REGISTER HERE

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