Introductions: Jelani Cobb
November 10, 2021
By Rebecca Hoogs, Executive Director It is my great honor to introduce Jelani Cobb tonight. We are here to celebrate his work as a journalist and his most recent work as editor, along with David Remni...
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By Rebecca Hoogs, Executive Director It is my great honor to introduce Jelani Cobb tonight. We are here to celebrate his work as a journalist and his most recent work as editor, along with David Remni...
………………….. I like to drink coffee on sweet-illed mornings yet I don’t have an appetite f or time.
This essay is part of a series in which Seattle Arts & Lectures partners with Poetry Northwest to present reflections on visiting writers from the SAL Poetry Series. On Friday, November 5, Sherwin...
Words. Everywhere and nowhere. Everything begins with them, a poem, a friendship, a thought. To have silence, is to have words. To have peace, is to have words. Floating around you unseen. You think t...
Here is to my Parents my two grandmothers too, who do so much for me in everything I do. Here’s to my ancestors. The ones before me The ones who paved the way so I could be whoever or whatever ...
Enormous appreciation to Mita Mahato, the talented Seattle-based artist who provided the artwork for the most recent WITS anthology, Gliding Between the Land of This and That! Mahato is a multi...
By Rebecca Hoogs, Interim Executive Director It is a great honor to begin our 2021/22 Literary Arts Series with Lauren Groff, and I am especially grateful to Lauren for joining us in-person and online...
This essay is part of a series in which Seattle Arts & Lectures partners with Poetry Northwest to present reflections on visiting writers from the SAL Poetry Series. On Friday, October 15, Kave...
By Rebecca Hoogs, Interim Executive Director A couple of years ago, Lena Khalaf Tuffaha and I were talking about dream poets to bring to the Seattle Arts & Lectures’ Poetry Series, and Kaveh...
i don’t think i’m good at grieving. not my dead friend, not the versions of me that i’ve grown out of, and especially not the life i had before. i’ve been sitting here for thirty seven minutes...