SATURDAY, September 7 at 12PM
$5 for all day metro pass
Meeting at the GOLDLINE upper level (outside) platform
LA Union Station
Any easy way to join us (and maybe even read your own work), is to ride the metro into Union Station and then switch to the Gold Line. That way you can make parking easier and cheaper, or avoid driving all together.
See also our first Poetry On The Red Line »
The Poets
Abel Salas
"Porque
somos traficantes y mi vicio
siempre sera la letra de la
libertad, la metáfora
desencadenada de un
pueblo equipado..."
Read Abel Salas' Traficante »
Abram Gomez
coming soon...
Billy Burgos
Photo by Keith Martin
coming soon...
Brandon Brown
"Each time I cup your face in my hand, I know that I’ll be with you
as my hair grows longer and my clothes become old."
Read Brandon's "Viking Ships in Los Angeles" »
Iris de Anda
"daughters of the desert
drowning in despair
dozens disappear
daydreams dissolve"
Read "Dearest" »
coming soon...
Luivette Resto
coming soon...
Ryan Nance
"As honest as gold, as purchasable as what may be bought with gold. Mercenary. Turntail.
Cad. An antibiotic administered
Against ringworm of the heart..."
Read "Yellow" over on Hinchas de Poesia »
Sean Hill
Photo by Luke Gattuso
coming soon...
Urban Voodo
coming soon...
Yago Cura
photo by Luke Gattuso
I had been thinking of nothing lucrative at all, nothing
like pure poetry strawberries as large as the heads of Shih Tzus
or contraband submarines forged in the jungles of Colombia.
What is Poesia Para La Gente?
Poesia Para La Gente (Poetry for the People) is a program that brings poetry to the people of the community, in non-traditional places. Some of these places have been affected, in one way or another, by economical hardship or various forms of social stigmas. All locations are unique in providing a safe setting for uninhibited artistic expression.
Poesia Para La Gente is a program of the Avenue 50 Studio's monthly La Palabra Poetry. The program has been made possible by a grant from The James Irvine Foundation.
Hosted by Jessica Ceballos
photo by Michael Sedano
"At 2 a.m. arctic whispers
felt along my spine;
reminders that I loved wrong,
what felt right."
Read "to reverse time" »
