Book Bingo: Collection of Poetry
August 9, 2016
Summer Book Bingo is a partnership with The Seattle Public Library and Seattle Arts & Lectures to provide free summer reading fun for adults. Swing by your local Seattle library branch or any one ...
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“Mama Wants Success,” by Youth Poet Laureate Angel Gardner
July 12, 2016
Mama Wants Success I am balancing on a line in-between what I need to be and what’s expected of me. Calloused feet no match for the wire gripping the thickest pads on my soles. And pushing.
“A Citizen of the Weather,” by Will Clemans
June 30, 2016
A Citizen of the Weather As the clouds billowed black we retreated from the air I sharp looked to either side Cordelia on my right for reassurance Dad on my left for strength yet they look only...
Introductions: Imagination into Ink, Part 2
June 15, 2016
Paired with images from May 26th, the second night of our 2016 WITS Year-End Readings, these are just a few of the extraordinary introductions our writers-in-residence have written for their stude...
Introductions: Imagination into Ink, Part 1
June 14, 2016
Paired with images from May 25th, the first night of our 2016 WITS Year-End Readings, these are just a few of the extraordinary introductions our writers-in-residence have written for their studen...
WITS Voices: Imagination as a Seditious Act
June 6, 2016
By Aaron Counts, WITS Writer-in-Residence Each spring, schools in many districts around the country shift their focus from whatever learning is usually going on in classrooms to make room for standar...
“Newer Skeletons,” by Gina Rangel-Gross
May 31, 2016
Newer Skeletons (Or, A Turn of Events I Never Would Have Anticipated But Am Not Complaining About) we are starting to see each other like x-rays. starting to carefully examine each other, (exciting) &...
“Butterflies,” by Tyleah Armstrong
May 25, 2016
Butterflies Yesterday my name was dazzling diamond. Today my name is bright shiny star, soaring through the sky. Sometimes I am an empty house, a book with no pages. Strangers think my name is amusing...
“Henri Rousseau,” by Nadia Luke
May 17, 2016
Henri Rousseau On the forest floor, the trees growing with bananas and peaches. A flower in the distance is as pink as a sunset flying away and the light blue and gray sky is like a fan trying to blow...
WITS Voices: All the Warm Night, Sleep in Moonlight
May 12, 2016
By Ann Teplick, WITS Writer-in-Residence Sleep in a field of salmon peonies. A rooftop with saxophone jazz. A sand dune with peacocks. All the warm night, sleep by the creek with its burble, th...