
“Too Good” by Janae Lu
November 24, 2024
September 14th, 2024. I am seventeen years old, And I wait at a bus stop, balancing plastic grocery bags in my arms. A man approaches me Bottle in his hand, baby on his lips. When he yells, I do not p...
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September 14th, 2024. I am seventeen years old, And I wait at a bus stop, balancing plastic grocery bags in my arms. A man approaches me Bottle in his hand, baby on his lips. When he yells, I do not p...
Imagine a dandelion field. Pick a singular dandelion that represents you. Let it out of your grasp and follow it as the wind pushes it away from you. Eventually, it will fall to the ground. Watch that...
SAL is thrilled to co-present our Encore Series event with Robin Wall Kimmerer with United Way of King County on December 9th. Their partnership and that of the Indigenous Communities Fund—including...
I wake upon the cold floor I peal myself from it Then I notice A full heat A choking cloud Evidence of a life ended Not a cut string But rather burned away My thread loose And I raise The corroded met...
This is what I know — there is no true memory of the canine without the howl. The bark alone isn’t enough, if thunder could clap without lightning it wouldn’t. There are no true coincide...
A huge shoutout to all the young readers who participated in Kids Summer Book Bingo 2024! As part of our free summer reading program for adults and young people, these middle grade and early readers k...
We’re delighted to introduce you to Hendri Wa, SAL’s new Administrative Associate! You might already know Hendri from his wonderful work in the box office, his smiling face at the front de...
The clearing in the trees, the smell of pine. The warm breeze, a rabbit in the trees. The lonely folding chair. To learn to climb a tree. To fall and get back up. How to ride a bike. Get on. Crash. Tr...
We worry about waking up we worry about getting there on time we worry about sleep we basically worry about attendance there’s a problem if we talk Maybe we want to change these rules Maybe we want ...
I hold my fist tight And my knuckles won’t hurt less Even if I continue to hurt more I’m ‘too old’ to be every part of myself But I’m ‘too young’ to aim for the goals I know I can achiev...