February 28, 2024
Simply put, SAL would be lost without our volunteers. Their generosity and kindness, know-how and long memories keep our events running smoothly. Enjoy these reflections on volunteering with SAL from ...
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SAL was thrilled to partner with Humanities Washington on our Literary Arts Series event with Joy Harjo on February 27th. Their support, through funding provided by Humanities Washington and the Nati...
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February 27, 2024
Hello old friend. Have you stopped hiding from me? Have you stopped pretending that you’re listening just around the corner, is that why you touch me with silence? Or is it because two worlds ar...
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February 13, 2024
If you’ve been following us for a while, you may know Tessa Hulls, the “SAL Official Doodler” and author of the forthcoming graphic novel Feeding Ghosts (MCD Books, 2024). We were so lucky tha...
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February 6, 2024
Time is how flowers grow slow. Time is how flowers die fast. Time is a fox that used to be a cat. Time is the past that used to be the future. Time used to be a clock. Time is a frog dancing on a cat....
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February 1, 2024
At 24 mile creek you can see the sea. The ocean is right to me. In the forest we chatter and have fun and datter and tell puns. Within the dock without a lock, adrift upon the sea, where will I go wha...
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January 25, 2024
I don’t quite know where I’m from who I was, or what I did, but now I am The One: The Kid The Mystery The Storm The Lightning The Clouds The Sun The Moon The Stars The Luck The Good The Bad The Sa...
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November 28, 2023
At 8 years old I sat in the corner Knees to my face not making a noise Sent there due to my “disorder” When I said I liked a boy That three-letter phrase Set my world ablaze For this is just the s...
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If working from home isn’t working for you, join Steve Inskeep‘s Essay Sponsor, The Cloud Room at Seattle’s most creatively inspired co-working space. Located at Chophouse Row in the heart ...
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November 20, 2023
I stare up into the clouds and grieve the world that we have lost I plead with mother Earth to return to her warm and welcoming grasp as I lay there dirt rubbing against my skin I wish to be returned ...
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