The Pongo Poetry Project’s mission is to engage youth in poetry writing to inspire healing from trauma. For over 20 years, Pongo has mentored poetry with youth at the Children and Family Justic...
https://southseattleemerald.com/2021/02/07/pongo-poetry-where-im-from/
by Kayla Blau There is nothing powerful about trespassing for 400-odd years But here we are, Writing words on mistreated trees and calling them true Tagging broad stripes and bright stars on purl...
by Neve Kamilah Mazique-Bianco three I never played violin but I did feel the bow run over my strings. Plucked from the air, gravity claimed me for the earth. Now whenever the music plays, my vei...
https://southseattleemerald.com/2020/04/30/poetry-persephonic-poetry-numbers-3-8-and-16/
by Minnie A. Collins Stay Places On kitchen window ledge Eyes flicked; feathers flapped In flights from red holly, evergreen cone seeds Back to a sun-drenched rain sheltered sanctum Of twigs, h...
https://southseattleemerald.com/2020/04/21/poetry-stay-places/
by Kayla Blau Lift up the woman who “should’ve known better” Who took the risk and rotted for it Cradle the woman who went against it all To prove a point To “love hard” Hardened love L...
https://southseattleemerald.com/2020/04/16/poetry-lift-up-the-woman/
by Minnie A. Collins Here we are again Reflecting, looking in the rear-view mirror Romanticizing the “Dream” Joining hands, singing “We shall overcome” Loving Dr.King for “non-violence�...
https://southseattleemerald.com/2020/01/19/sunday-stew-honoring-the-dream/
by Georgia McDade I wish I loved you PERIOD. I want to love you PERIOD. But I love you BUT. I know I do. I can attempt to ignore the BUT but have had too many experiences where ignoring, regardle...
https://southseattleemerald.com/2020/01/12/sunday-stew-loving-you-period/
by Paul Nelson January 1 too old to be hungover you unwrap the new year like a new stick of butter hope you get it in the dish at the right angle and not scrape off butter from the side of the to...
https://southseattleemerald.com/2020/01/05/sunday-stew-the-new-year/
by Felix Jung When the snowflakes hit, it’s hard to tell if I’m the one they cling to, or if it’s one another. Flagrant lovers, they’ll bind at any opportunity. There’s a solid inch lai...
https://southseattleemerald.com/2019/12/29/sunday-stew-first-snow/
by Nicholas Gordon Eight days the light continued on its own: A miracle, they say, but not more so Than ordinary lives of flesh and bone, Consuming wicks burned ashen long ago. Within there is a ...
https://southseattleemerald.com/2019/12/22/sunday-stew-eight-days-the-light-continued-on-its-own/