The only thing I miss about Los Angeles is the Hollywood Freeway at midnight, windows down and radio blaring bearing right into the center of the city, the Capitol Tower on the right, and beyond it, Hollywood Boulevard blazing —pimps, surplus stores, footprints of the stars —descending through the city
On December 4, 2015, California Governor Edmund G. Brown Jr. appointed Dana Gioia as California poet laureate. He is the author of numerous poetry collections and books of literary criticism. He will serve a two-year term.
Alejandro Murguía is San Francisco’s sixth poet laureate and the first Latino poet to hold the position. An editor, translator, literary organizer, and prose writer, he is the author of the poetry collections Stray Poems (City Lights Books, 2014) and Native Tongue (CC. Marimbo Press, 2012), among others.
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61871 Twentynine Palms Highway92252 Joshua Tree, California
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Come and enjoy an evening of poetry with Red Hen Press. Join us as we showcase readings of our intern and staff’s original works and share your own. The evening will be filled with laughter, life stories and no doubt some rather nervous first time readers. Help us support our budding authors and poets by coming out and sharing a drink and a poem or two.
One drink minimum.
Find out more on our website: http://redhen.org/rhp-open-mic-poetry-night/
9:30pm to 11:00pm
72 N Fair Oaks Ave91103 Pasadena, California
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Among the blight-killed eucalypts, among trees and bushes rusted by Christmas frosts, the yards and hillsides exhausted by five years of drought, certain airy white blossoms punctually reappeared, and dense clusters of pale pink, dark pink— a delicate abundance. They seemed like guests arriving joyfully on the