Poetry Reading At Wild Sisters Book Company Aug. 11th 5:30-6:30!

 


Hi, please join me and Jo Ann Anglin at our poetry reading! Open Mic

I will be reading from my newest poetry book, Fruit Box Castles: Poems from a Peach Rancher’s Daughter.


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