Terry a O’ Neal Reads at SPC



Presents


Terry a O’ Neal

Mon. Sept. 8, 2008 at 7:30 PM

1719 25th Street
Host: Emmanuel Sigauke



Terry a O’ Neal — Born Terry Williams on June 15, 1973 in Stockton, California to parents Henry and Barbara Williams. There she lived for the first eighteen years of her life. She attended Commodore Skills School from kindergarten through the eighth grade. After graduating from Franklin Senior High School in Stockton, she went on to attend California State University of Sacramento, majoring in Criminal Justice.

Her poetry has been published in numerous magazines, journals and newspapers. Her previous publications include three volumes of self-published poetry, Motion Sickness, The Poet Speaks in Black and Good Mornin’ Glory; two children’s books, Ev’ry Little Soul and My Jazz Shoes; and the award winning family fiction novel Sweet Lavender.

Contrary

The fear is not that
of the mind
but it is that
of the kind
if I had it my way
I'd snap my fingers and say
we are all just better off blind

---Terry O'Neal


Coming Up at SPC:

September 15 [Rebecca]: Jim Nolt
September 22 [Tim]: Robert Grossklaus and Miles Miniacci with music by Litany
September 29 [Frank]: Alan Williamson and Andrena Zawinski

October 6 [Tim]: Susan Kelly-Dewitt: The Fortunate Islands Reading
October 13 [Emmanuel]:
October 20 [Rebecca]: Sixteen Rivers Press: Gillian Wegener, Terry Ehret, and Dan Bellm
October 27 [Tim]:Meg Withers and Tom Goff
October 31 [Fri.][Frank] Halloween Reading

November 3 [Camille Norton]: Jan Beatty
November 10 [Emmanuel]: Edward Mycue and Nancy Keane
November 17 [Rebecca]: Ann Privateer
November 24 [Tim]: Connie Post and Janet Smith

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