Featured Writer March 2024

Featured Writer March 2024 - T.Q. Sims

T.Q. Sims will be our Featured Writer this March 2024! They have been participating in Louisiana Words since 2022. T.Q. Sims submitted very strong pieces making them an Louisiana Words Allstar for 2022.

T.Q. lives in New Orleans and will be the featured reader/writer at Louisiana Words Live: The Future Is Now. The live show will be held at the Allways Lounge & Cabaret on Sunday, March 10th at 7:30pm! Look for the complete works of T.Q. Sims as well as a ranking of their pieces on Louisiana Words! Plus, we will share their past live performances!

T.Q. will be highlighting their book; Godspeed, Lovers; at the next live show: Louisiana Words Live: The Future Is Now!

Godspeed, Lovers will soar into the hearts of readers as an exhilarating queer sci-fi odyssey, transcending the boundaries of space and time to explore love, identity, and courage in a

universe unbound by conventional norms. This groundbreaking book ventures into the unknown, showcasing diverse and empowering relationships against the backdrop of a futuristic world. It delves deep into the intricacies of queer love and resilience, weaving a gripping narrative that challenges societal norms and celebrates the beauty of all love stories. Godspeed, Lovers is not just a sci-fi adventure; it's a testament to the power of love in all its forms.

Godspeed, Lovers can be purchased at theloversuniverse.com and bookshop.org!

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