Remembering Lucia Perillo
October 24, 2016
Everyone at SAL is deeply saddened to hear the news that poet and essayist Lucia Perillo has passed away at the age of 58 in Olympia, Wash., a place she called home for many years.
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Category: Student Writing
“A Few Blades of Grass” by Zainab Al-Bahadli
October 6, 2016
A Few Blades Of Grass I was born to a seaglass house Softened by the rough edges of the sea, Chipped and clouded though it was I was born. Upon my birth I shattered it Gripping a dagger and a f...
“Books” by Henry Smith
September 29, 2016
Books Go inside a book. That would be my way. Let someone be a perfect person that never gets in trouble. The letters pour off my pages trickling into my head. Inside is a mystery slowly unfolding.
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 ...
“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...
“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...