Pulp Fiction Coffee House, Kelowna
What? Who? Where? Whaaa? Click here. All will be revealed. When? Aha …
7pm. Monday May 12.
I read my stuff. The audience reads their stuff. Perfect. Especially if we talk. We will talk, right? Good, that’s settled.
Good gawd, bring your camera. Let’s get a better picture. After all, my Facebook picture looks like this:
And that’s a funeral picture. In a dead man’s suit. Imagine what I look like in Real Live Kelowna. (By the way, I meant the green to reference the Green Man. You know the guy. Before Darwin, he held the fort.
Here he is putting in yeoman service for anyone leaving the private gallows of the civic chambers of the German city of Görlitz, on the Northern Camino.
Tempted to show up? I’ll read my poem about Fish Lake. The one with the hee hee na. Or, rather, I think I’ll get Coyote to read it for me. What are friends for, right?
I dunno about Pulp Fiction, but I’m working on a manuscript about the Okanagan that lets Coyote have his say.
Here’s Pulp Fiction’s teaser…
Gosh, you like being teased, right? I came back to the Okanagan for a reason. It has to do with putting an end to the American Civil War. Is that enough of a tease?
How about this, then? People like Pulp Fiction! I like Open Mics. Do come.
See you there!