
Celebrate 2025 Summer Book Bingo!
May 22, 2025
SAL’s Executive Director Rebecca Hoogs reflects on the beginning and evolution of the beloved summer reading program, Summer Book Bingo, below! Every summer, we partner with The Seattle Public L...
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SAL’s Executive Director Rebecca Hoogs reflects on the beginning and evolution of the beloved summer reading program, Summer Book Bingo, below! Every summer, we partner with The Seattle Public L...
SAL is proud to spotlight our Community Partner Tilth Alliance! Read on to learn more about their work in Washington supporting farmers, increasing food access, and bringing community together. WeR...
SAL is proud to spotlight our Community Partner Friends of Little Sài Gòn! Read on to learn more about their work in the Seattle arts and culture scene, and stop by their table to say hi at our SAL ...
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...
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...
My brain is orange juice in a Klein Bottle. My sloppy thoughts go around in circles, but the journey is smooth. My legs are the wings of a bird. Taking chances and leading with purpose Even flying on ...
the poet this is you on your knees, surreal roses unfurled in a ghastly inversion at your feet. you balled your fists and balled your eyes out while you were patted on the back, like the ancient, qura...
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, 2023). We were so lucky tha...
“With your pictures you apparently want to arouse in us a feeling of having to swallow rope or drink kerosene.” – Braque to Picasso Maybe it’s as simple as this: Maybe God’s hundredt...
Pesto She dances Whirs and grinds and her arms rise To ragged rocks of sea salt Where she sleeps She puckers up for a kiss Feels lemon when there is bitterness Goes dark when left alone A moldy solitu...