Holy the first breath you take and the last exhale of your life, Holy the song stuck in your head, Holy from a hug to a kiss to love, Holy the new jeans you bought, Holy when you looked better in the ...
By Jeanine Walker, WITS Writer-in-Residence By the time this post is published, we will have endured several tens of other injustices, threats on our freedoms, and evasions from the new presidential a...
By Matt Gano, WITS Writer-in-Residence There’s real magic flying from the fingertips of the young poets at The Center School. We speak in terms of allusion in terms of empathy and connectivity. We c...
Hemlockwing In my sleeping, midnight wings unfold they are ragged, dusty, like the silencing cobwebs that stir in my breath the darkness is my mooring my ship is the resurrection of a lost dream thoug...
By Sierra Nelson, WITS Writer-in-Residence Does the word Wolf move differently than El Lupo? Do we experience anything different in our bodies when we say the Russian word волк (pronounced “volk...
By Daemond Arrindell, WITS Writer-in-Residence the skin stays silent it is our blind eyes that give them voices or take them away On Wednesday, October 19th, Seattle Public Schools put their foot ou...
By Laura Gamache, WITS Writer-in-Residence On my ninth day with fourth graders at Broadview-Thomson, I asked the kids to take out their hearts, and hand them in to me. I had drawn each heart on red co...
Unsolicited Advice to People Who are Going through the Same Thing, After Jeanann Verlee When your best friend forces you to do things, Say, “No.” When you best friend starts bullying you, Do not ...
Lantern You’re sitting in class. The teacher drones on and on. On her desk sits a lantern. Decorative yet functional. You think of the different scenarios of why you would use that lantern. In y...
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.
