A Blog of Seattle Arts & Lectures
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 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...
Paired with images from May 26th, the second night of our 2016 WITS Year-End Readings, these are just a few of the extraordinary introductions our writers-in-residence have written for their stude...
Paired with images from May 25th, the first night of our 2016 WITS Year-End Readings, these are just a few of the extraordinary introductions our writers-in-residence have written for their studen...
By Aaron Counts, WITS Writer-in-Residence Each spring, schools in many districts around the country shift their focus from whatever learning is usually going on in classrooms to make room for standar...
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 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 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...
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...
Bathing in India Before I was a citizen of this country, I was a citizen of the bucket. Staring at the water right under my nose. I don’t believe I can fit. Lifting me up, my mom tells me it is the ...