A Blog of Seattle Arts & Lectures
This week, our Writers in the Schools program has been delighted to work with high school student and Summer Book Bingo hopeful Tula Hanson, who is job-shadowing with us. Below, Tula gives her recomme...
Full Moon My name is Full Moon but you could call me a cluster of matter ready to pop I believe in protecting humanity, the Earth doesn’t I am made up of my father, womanhood, Erykah Badu I come fro...
By Daemond Arrindell, WITS Writer-in-Residence “She does not know her beauty” is one of the first lines in a poem by singer-songwriter and performance poet Iyeoka Okoawo that I use as a mentor tex...
Because so much of the work of our Writers in the Schools program happens behind the curtain—in public school rooms and hospital rooms, in notebooks and on sheets of scrap paper, in classroom anthol...
By Maiah Merino, WITS Writer-in-Residence My first year with Writer in the Schools, I taught 9th grade poetry at Evergreen High School in Burien, four classes, three of which were English Language Lea...
By Evelin Garcia, WITS Writer-in-Residence Puesta del Sol y sus nuevos poetas El día de elegir al lector del año que representará a la escuela Puesta del Sol llegó después de 8 sesiones ...
By Ann Teplick, WITS Writer-in-Residence For the past eight years, I have been a teaching artist at Seattle Children’s Hospital. I have witnessed love, empathy, laughter, celebrations and grief on a...
Ancestry Isn’t Just Some DNA Test A Letter to My Great Great Great Great Great Great Great Grandmother I wonder what your name was. Did it taste like bitter Mount Fuji snow, or sweet dirt from Aokig...
By Christina Lee Barnes, WITS Writer-in-Residence My first-ever WITS residency started off with a fire drill. I’d made it about halfway through my introduction when the loudspeaker cut me off with a...
By Laura Gamache, WITS Writer-in-Residence Good writing depends on the author or poet knowing far more about what they are writing than what they put down on paper, and the same probably goes for teac...