Louisiana Words Live: The Future Is Now (Now Playing!)

Louisiana Words Live: The Future Is Now happened on Sunday, March 10th @7:30pm at the Always Lounge & Cabaret in New Orleans! The show starred Louisiana Words Allstar, T.Q. Sims! T.Q. read an excerpt from his new science fiction novel, Godspeed, Lovers! He was also our featured writer for the month of March on LouisianaWords.com. The show featured Louisiana Words Live host, J. Michael Norris, open mic reader: Cole Held, and a special appearance by Louisiana Words creator, Louis Toliver Jr! We are currently casting more writers for our next show on Sunday, September 1st, 2024! If you want to read at our next show or submit to LouisianaWords.com, please shoot us a message via Facebook page, Instagram (@louisianawords1), or e-mail us at louisianawords@gmail.com.

Louis Toliver Jr. unveils Louisiana Words as a LGBTQIA+ and ally soon-to-be nonprofit organization that promotes writers who live or who have lived in Louisiana! Louis hopes that Louisiana Words would be a creative outlet that helps uplift and empower each other!

J. Michael Norris reads at Louisiana Words Live: The Future Is Now on March 10th, 2024 at The Allways Lounge & Cabaret in New Orleans, LA.

Louis Toliver Jr. reads at Louisiana Words Live: Future Is Now on March 10th, 2024 at The Allways Lounge & Cabaret in New Orleans, LA.

Cole Held reads at Louisiana Words Live: The Future Is Now on March 10th, 2024 at The Allways Lounge & Cabaret in New Orleans, LA.

T.Q. Sims reads from his novel (Godspeed, Lovers) at Louisiana Words Live: Future Is Now on March 10th, 2024 at The Allways Lounge & Cabaret in New Orleans, LA.

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Ash Wednesday (Brian Falcon - New Orleans, LA)

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