Left Coast Writers Poetry: Jeanne Powell, Author of My Own Silence and Carousel, among other books Kawika’s Ocean Beach Deli 734 La Playa St, San Francisco, CA 94121 Sunday, July 2nd from 5pm-7:15pm Join a featured LCW poet at the First Sunday of the Month Happy Hour Poetry series at Kawika’s Ocean Beach Deli. Our featured poet’s reading is followed by an open mic for other poets to share original work, or even just to read favorite poems aloud. Happy Hour starts at 5pm, and after our featured poet reads for 30 minutes, open mic (three minutes per poet) goes until 7:15 pm. Celebrate creativity and poets while supporting a local, community-oriented, and family owned business! Enjoy $1 off your sandwich with the purchase of a glass of wine or bubbly! Up in October is Jeanne Powell, Author of My Own Silence. Jeanne Powell has earned degrees from WSU in Detroit and USF in San Francisco. She writes prose poems, flash fiction and short stage plays. Her books in print are Word Dancing, My Own Silence, and Carousel (essays). Her new chapbook is entitled Two Seasons. For ten years Jeanne hosted an acclaimed spoken word series, “Celebration of the Word,” in the City. She is the inspiration behind Meridien PressWorks™ which has published 20 authors since 1996. Jeanne reviews films for an online site, and lately has taken up photography.
LEFT COAST WRITERS FERRY PLAZA BOOK PARTY: Works by Jeanne Powell Monday, May 12th, 2014 || 6pm Book Passage || San Francisco 1 Ferry Building, San Francisco ||www.bookpassage.com Join us for an evening of wine, poetry, prose and great chat with talented local writer Jeanne Powell. Carousel is an enticing collection of essays and elegant rants written by an experienced word dancer, who speaks to her audience with intelligence and wit. A lost lady in front of an upscale hotel reminds her of stories by Jean Rhys. Watching how the media covers Hillary Clinton and Sarah Palin, she does not mince words. Negotiating public transit requires invoking the presence of Quan Yin. Whether sharing a journey to a poetry salon, or experiencing a stage musical, Jeanne draws you in. “At a time when the confessional mode has banished American poetry to one vast self-mirroring island, the work