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Finding Light

When I was a high school freshman, I came to the Douglas Anderson Writers’ Festival with pens packed in my pockets. With each step I took, the paper from my empty notebook clashed against my fingers. 463 more words


What It's Like to be a [blank]

I was at a Slam Poetry workshop the other day with Cyndey Edwards. As a prompt to get us writing poetry, she share Patricia Smith’s poem “What it’s Like to be a Black Girl (for those of you who aren’t).” Take a look at the poem below. 415 more words


Lie Detector Test

The father of former Navy SEAL “Tyrone Woods”, one of the four Americans killed by “terrorists” in Benghazi on Sept. 11, 2012, is “challenging” 700 more words



Patricia Smith

Poseidon was easier than most.
He calls himself a god,
but he fell beneath my fingers
with more shaking than any mortal.
He wept when my robe fell from my shoulders. 393 more words


Seattle in 1940 - Enter Marjorie Boardman...

Keith’s military service eventually lead him back to Seattle and settling in the Pacific Northwest.  As we have seen he is living on Capitol Hill in Seattle, Washington in 1940. 440 more words

Washington State

Getting the Blues -- And Loving It

Why the blues?

Why are my wife Patricia and I drawn to music found at the bottom of a shot glass, the music of the scorned and shattered? 1,066 more words

Gotta Go Gotta Flow

“It was a living self-contained theater.”
That’s how Michael Abramson described his
years photographing Peppers Hideout, Perv’s
House, the High Chaparral, the Patio Lounge,
and the Showcase Lounge on Chicago’s South… 373 more words