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Everything around us is taken for granted, from the Sun to the Moon to the very wind at our backs. It is with us so often, we don’t think of it as essential or vital Just… there. When it is taken from your life, you notice it. You crave it, you hunger for it, like […]
………………….. I like to drink coffee on sweet-illed mornings yet I don’t have an appetite f or time. ……… Both my ears and ey e s feel as though they ………………………………………..a re vacant and […]
This essay is part of a series in which Seattle Arts & Lectures partners with Poetry Northwest to present reflections on visiting writers from the SAL Poetry Series. On Friday, November 5, Sherwin Bitsui and Kenzie Allen will read and discuss their work with Jennifer Ellis Foerster as part of the James Welch Prize reading. […]
Words. Everywhere and nowhere. Everything begins with them, a poem, a friendship, a thought. To have silence, is to have words. To have peace, is to have words. Floating around you unseen. You think then speak allowing the words to spring to life. Blossoming terrible or wonderful. Words dance around you being heard, being told. […]
Here is to my Parents my two grandmothers too, who do so much for me in everything I do. Here’s to my ancestors. The ones before me The ones who paved the way so I could be whoever or whatever I want to be. Here is to my friends. My BFF’s My Ride or Dies Friends Forever no matter where […]
This essay is part of a series in which Seattle Arts & Lectures partners with Poetry Northwest to present reflections on visiting writers from the SAL Poetry Series. On Friday, October 15, Kaveh Akbar read and discussed his work with Lena Khalaf Tuffaha at the Hugo House. This event is still available to attend online until October 22 […]
By Rebecca Hoogs, Interim Executive Director A couple of years ago, Lena Khalaf Tuffaha and I were talking about dream poets to bring to the Seattle Arts & Lectures’ Poetry Series, and Kaveh Akbar was one of those dreams. His first book, Calling a Wolf a Wolf, had just been published to great acclaim. Steph […]
i don’t think i’m good at grieving. not my dead friend, not the versions of me that i’ve grown out of, and especially not the life i had before. i’ve been sitting here for thirty seven minutes trying to write. my h key is broken and there are tears on my cheek and my back […]
prayer is when you’re fourteen years old riding the bus home from a protest that ended two hours too late and the cops running after your friends because when you’re sitting in that bus seat humming the lines to the song you were singing but didn’t learn an old woman will sit next to you […]
Remember to Read, To be in a different body, able to do anything, Remember to escape your worries, leaving your world behind you, Doing the impossible, Remember to fly through every dimension, having no limits, You can fight dragons, and do things you would never be able to do in your world of reality, Remember […]