A Blog of Seattle Arts & Lectures
We worry about waking up we worry about getting there on time we worry about sleep we basically worry about attendance there’s a problem if we talk Maybe we want to change these rules Maybe we want ...
I hold my fist tight And my knuckles won’t hurt less Even if I continue to hurt more I’m ‘too old’ to be every part of myself But I’m ‘too young’ to aim for the goals I know I can achiev...
I will tell you I love you, but the words are silent Before you can talk I will spoon feed you porridge Sigh as you spit it out Still finding you cute although covered in puke Knowing in time you will...
Alone, sadness filling my heart emotions rolling like a roller coaster anger, pain, distress tears falling like rain an overwhelming feeling of rage why, why again rage on the verge of busting out The...
I have a dream- I have a dream that little black boys and girls will grow up to see their beauty. That they will understand that black is beautiful- That Black is not aggressive, and Black is not viol...
Here’s to the best things to the lemon Hi-chews to the yellows and blues to the spring day to the weather today! to Tootsie Pops to tiny little shops to Ratatouille to Toy Story 3 to weird-looki...
She is a goddess She is cool ranch Doritos and barbecue lays There is spice on her breath and a song on her lips She is bold Sharpie She’s got a heart of cheese and masala blood She is sugar and spi...
My light is so bright people can’t see it’s so fast that it could go down to the deepest depths of the ocean all the way to Japan your head is expanding like a balloon full of my words what I writ...
you let spring make you lazy, it seeps like honey into your bones until they’re heavy and sinking like grand ships with holes in their hulls. spring makes ruins of you. you watch the sunrise over a ...
I forget your love hurts How others forget death To say these blurry motions of mines Aren’t of my heavy eyes, even I forget dreams exist at night It’s your starry eyes, blue skin Blue lips, still...