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Category: Youth Programs
WITS Voices: Tall Tales for Short Writers
December 17, 2015
By Karen Finneyfrock, WITS Writer-in-Residence In researching lesson ideas for a new WITS residency focused on tall tales, I Googled, “exaggeration for kids.” The top hits all advertised tips on g...
“Black,” by WITS Student Anisa Rae Robinson
December 14, 2015
Black My color is the color of absence, silence. The memory of something you thought was there, but now it’s gone. The color of your mind when you’re in a deep rest. The color of shadows that foll...
WITS Voices: The Persona Poem and Fourth Graders
December 10, 2015
By Kathleen Flenniken, WITS Writer-in-Residence One of the most important attributes of art, and especially poetry, is the way it opens a door into another person’s life experience. A poem—a mere ...
Perfect Pairings: Creative Forces Combine in the WITS Broadsides Tour
December 9, 2015
By Laura Burgher, Writers in the Schools & Broadsides Project Intern I placed the final broadside up on the bookstand and took a step back. Patrons at Seattle Public Library’s Northgate Branch w...
“Paris, Le Canal Saint-Martin,” by WITS Student Graeme Richards
December 7, 2015
Paris, Le Canal Saint-Martin Dark and silver clouds rule the sky over the dark winter city. The black bare trees reach for nothing and the murky water under the rusty iron bridge has no inhabitants.
Linda Pastan’s Breathless Words at The Center School
December 2, 2015
By Erin Langner, WITS Program Associate & Sonder Editor When Linda Pastan and I approached a classroom of The Center School, where she was about to speak, we were three minutes early. A teacher i...
WITS Voices: Rainbow, Rainbow, Rainbow!
November 30, 2015
By Emily Bedard, WITS Writer-in-Residence On a recent day when the trees flashed a hundred hues against a cloudy Seattle sky, I entered a fourth grade WITS class, planning to play with color. We bega...
“The Sea,” by WITS Student Annabelle Bachhuber
November 23, 2015
The Sea I kept deep-sea secrets in a little black bag. I carried boats through the toughest storms. I asked the fish where the shark lived. I was rough but calm. I was tired. I knew when the storm wou...
“The Hymnal,” by WITS Student Lily Trinneer
November 19, 2015
The Hymnal I am the hymnal and I have heard prayers. You call them prayers, I call them hopes Of a mother who drank away her youth.