September 16, 2022
There’s a poem in this place a poem stronger than a steel cup a poem that races through your mind faster than a modern car There’s a poem in this place a poem so calm it feels like you’re saili...
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May 4, 2022
For anyone who has been paying attention, There are indeed two Americas: There’s an America that’s a world of white racial resentment Where the Confederate flag proudly flies, Where monuments to t...
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April 29, 2022
i have a body small and impatient, and feet that can jump, arms that can climb, fingers that can type, a head that can nod, my brown eyes that can see, and a great big imagination. Miyabi Schorn wrote...
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April 21, 2022
Our utmost congratulations to the 2022 Elaine Wetterauer Writing Contest winners and runners-up! Every year, Seattle Arts & Lectures’ Writers in the Schools (WITS) program holds the Elaine Wette...
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April 18, 2022
“Here” feels so lonely. The hands of a ghost who loved another ghost, the space between fingertips, the hall light under the door. Whispers that evaporate into thin air like an August creek. Ferns...
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April 6, 2022
Three… two… one… just one more second, only one more for a present. Ever wonder about life and death? Love and birth; all rise up toward a newborn. A tear slightly drops down from sky: t...
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April 5, 2022
This essay is part of a series in which Seattle Arts & Lectures partners with Poetry Northwest to present reflections on visiting writers from SAL’s 2021/22 Season. On Thursday, April 7, Don Me...
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March 11, 2022
Amanda Miller created this comic while a student at Renaissance School of Art and Reasoning with WITS Writer-in-Residence David Lasky.
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March 8, 2022
And as dusk neared, The laughs were replaced with nonchalance, For it was dark and unsafe now One mustn’t do something to provoke— An ill-fated destiny corsets hung from old, battered joints An ur...
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February 28, 2022
The times I smell the sweet and sourness of the broth I know the night with be filled with joy. The pork so tender Just slips off the bone Like slipping into a fantasy of other worlds and imagination ...
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