A Blog of Seattle Arts & Lectures
Sometimes, when we hear a poem, we struggle to make sense of it—its meaning, its tone, or our affinity to its writer. And then, sometimes, certain poems feel handed to us. Much like a gift, you don...
Cinnamon O, cinnamon Soft but sharp quiet but demanding You are the tall red spruces old as time cutting the sky and stretching beyond You are clouds who knit together casting a blanket of gray swallo...
By Rebecca Hoogs, SAL Associate Director Twenty years ago this fall, I walked into the deep time of Richard Kenney’s classroom at the University of Washington. I was young and dumb—and by dumb I m...
Like a choice bowl of Halloween candy, this year’s Lit Crawl on October 24 is sprinkled with a healthy dose of our Writers in the Schools (WITS) and Youth Poet Laureate (YPL) programs. But which WIT...
Tomorrow, on Thursday, October 17, the Seattle Art Museum will be opening its doors to the public to celebrate the opening of their new exhibit, Flesh & Blood. The exhibit features Italian masterp...
It used to be A place of comfort Of freedom Of joy Then it changed Into A place of worry Of dread Of anxiety How can something so innocent Lead to changing the way I Think Feel Act This beautiful plac...
The F Train Maybe she didn’t get the job Maybe the hiring manager found her height overbearing, That she reeked of women who frighten men Maybe he caught sight of the pendant on the chain around her...
By Rachel Bachler Trees turn, leaves crunch, night falls altogether at four in the afternoon, and the delightfully sudden fifty-degree drop in temperature entices even the grumpiest of sidewalk commut...
This essay is part of a series in which Poetry Northwest partners with Seattle Arts & Lectures to present reflections on visiting writers from SAL’s Poetry Series. At 7:30 p.m. on Thursday...
Que significa ser bilingue A lot of people think, it can be easy La dificultad sigue Want to practice on a daily basis I just wanted to talk to them Nomas una conversación I want to hear their stori...