A Blog of Seattle Arts & Lectures
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 i...
………………….. I like to drink coffee on sweet-illed mornings yet I don’t have an appetite f or time.
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...
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 t...
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 ...
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, Kave...
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...
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...
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 hummi...
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 ...