When I close my eyes darkness stands before me. Seeing the streetlights, I explore tons of thunderous sounds as my eyes bloom. My weakness grows, I hear streaming rivers and owls hooting hard. I snugg...
English written poem translation I see my grandmother’s hands in photographs Lost under heavy layers of dust, like a trapped memory finally escaping. I flip through versions and versions of this...
Life was easier before a withered rose told a story of the life that killed it Before knowledge infected me with the urge to seek more A drug bitter on my tongue that leaves a taste just hardly more b...
Seattle Arts & Lectures, The Seattle Public Library, and King County Library System are so pleased to announce that local artist and former WITS Writer Vivian Li will be illustrating our 2026 Summ...
Excerpt from Jeremiah:Something felt off that day, it might have been the stress Jeremiah felt every day from his parents leaving, but he knew something was wrong. He hatched only a week ago, but as a...
SAL is excited to spotlight Seattle Escribe, co-presenter for our event with Cristina Rivera Garza and Javier Zamora! Seattle Escribe is a nonprofit that supports Spanish-speaking writers in the U.S.â...
My piano holds history passed down my family for years. My ears blessed by chords like G major. When I get stressed, I play. I get lost in the harmonies, the sounds, the melodies that clear my mind of...
SAL is excited to spotlight our community partner, Moisture Festival! Read on to learn about their decades of variety arts festivals and their continued work to bring people together through live perf...
sometimes / my heart looks like Barbados / smell of fresh-squeezed pineapples / takes my nose by surprise / equal parts cool and warm / the bald middle-aged man / his skin / the outside of a coconut s...
I have lots of feelings, some are soft like my favorite tuft of wool. Some are tough and fierce and fearless in some ways, some are even blank or like I don’t belong. But they all are waves, and the...
