October 12, 2021
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...
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September 27, 2021
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...
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September 25, 2021
by Gabriela Denise Frank Throughout time, the powers of poets have been hailed as nothing short of mystical. Poets are seers and oracles. They treat with gods, muses, ghosts. Their carefully crafted l...
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September 21, 2021
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 ...
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August 30, 2021
by Gabriela Denise Frank “If you’re going to have to figure out new things, artists are a good group to be with,” Alicia Craven, SAL’s Director of Education, noted.
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June 8, 2021
Every year, Seattle Arts & Lectures’ Writers in the Schools (WITS) program holds the Elaine Wetterauer Writing Contest to celebrate the wisdom, creativity, and heart captured in student and te...
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May 28, 2021
Roberto Contreras, of Licton Springs K-8 School, read this poem to open our 2020/21 Poetry Series event with Alberto Ríos on Friday, May 28, 2021.
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May 27, 2021
Our utmost congratulations to the 2021 Elaine Wetterauer Writing Contest winners and runners-up! Every year, Seattle Arts & Lectures’ Writers in the Schools (WITS) program holds the Elaine Wette...
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May 12, 2021
In April, a group of students from Big Picture High School had a soul-enriching conversation with Robin Wall Kimmerer, in which they discussed writing, attention, and care and nurturing for and from t...
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May 8, 2021
Gears of time, cogs of life home is the trees rushing by as I speed down a mountain, the scent of pine sap as I leave the ground, the shocks of a downhill bike absorbing force as I slam back down to e...
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