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Roundtable Readings is a monthly gathering, of writers of any nature, blog writers, diary writers, letter writers, dispatchers of emails with kind regards, senders of inordinately sized text messages, or inappropriately intimate tumblr posts, writers of romantic google reviews, writers of no consequence, writers of no tangibility, essay writers, dumb writers, clever poets and those enthused by any of the latter.

Roundtable Readings is a listening party open for anyone to share and hear varying forms of writing, it is born from an itch to be more comfortable with showcasing amateur and experimental texts. An event to empty the voice memo app of holy sermons, confessional delivered in our bedrooms. The event will take place monthly at varying locations; 

my backyard, a garden, my friend’s sunroom, a bar, TBD.

Each gathering will be consolidated by a theme: a single word, symbol or idea that aims to loosely guide or inspire any submissions, the themes are decided the previous month for the following gathering. People wishing to share will submit their piece/s via email to be chosen for the next reading, text of any length or form is welcome for submission, and listeners of any length or form are welcome to attend. These backyard symposiums will from time to time be decorated with live music and simple refreshments, and occasionally only by a handful of scrawled diary entries. 

We just want to eat and hear a secret or two.


Watch this space for details of the first event.


Contactable via roundtablereadings01@gmail.com

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