A Blog of Seattle Arts & Lectures
By Daemond Arrindell, WITS Writer-in-Residence “She does not know her beauty” is one of the first lines in a poem by singer-songwriter and performance poet Iyeoka Okoawo that I use as a mentor tex...
Fear When I was little, I was scared of fire. When it lit up, my face looked like a ghost, and my heart sounded like waves crashing on a beach. But now, I when I get scared, I become the thunderstorm.
Holy the first breath you take and the last exhale of your life, Holy the song stuck in your head, Holy from a hug to a kiss to love, Holy the new jeans you bought, Holy when you looked better in the ...
By Daemond Arrindell, WITS Writer-in-Residence the skin stays silent it is our blind eyes that give them voices or take them away On Wednesday, October 19th, Seattle Public Schools put their foot ou...
On September 24, Seattle poet, performer, teaching artist and WITS Writer-in-Residence Daemond Arrindell introduced and interviewed Saul Williams, the first presenter of SAL’s 2015/16 Season an...