August 7, 1936: Zioncheck for President
Seattle is full of stories of What Could Have Been. Among these is the story of Marion Zioncheck, at once one of Seattle’s greatest rabble-rousers and one of our most tragic historical figures.
She is not she if she holds still
she leaves the father eternally immersed in research,
the mother who lines windowsills with silent ferns,
plies them with silent care,
her children too
—heads out
Life, Death, Computers, Books, Baseball: Seattle Star Interviews Novelist Laurie Frankel
Tamiko Nimura interviews novelist Laurie Frankel about her new book, Goodbye For Now, a speculative novel about technology, death and dying, human foibles and acceptance. And model airplanes.
The Seattle Star Food Section
Our target audience are not foodies or chefs or gardeners, though we love you and worship at the same altar. We’re interested in appealing to people who eat out a lot, who stalk the deli section at QFC, who say they “can’t” cook as they pop a Pizza Pocket in the microwave, who think nothing of basing a diet on nutrition sourced thousands of miles away, or indeed, who purchase blackberries.
Tonight at Elliott Bay Books: Bruce Holbert Reads From His Lonesome Animals
There is something soothing about a novel—the way that it can transport you from an often traumatizing, confusing world into one where boundaries,…
Dolce Vita announces largest sample sale in 11 year history
Dolce Vita is offering up 1,500 of their current season footwear and apparel items at 60-80% off. Clear your calendar for Saturday and Sunday, August 11th and 12th at Object in Belltown.
False start with Pullulation and Yada-yada
Another bit of experimental prosody from renown Seattle choreographer, dancer and poet Christin Call.
The Working Artist: Paige Barnes – The Artist
Part 3 of The Working Artist series featuring dancer Paige Barnes. Wherein Omar Willey discusses the role of the artist in society with bits of poetry.
He Wants
The Author sips coffee. The coffee is cold. The sun is rising, god bless. A child, one of his own, screams from downstairs. A ball bounces. Several thuds in succession. He sips coffee. It is still cold. Grounds in his mouth. He spits them out, but he can’t spit them all out. He resigns himself to a few grounds in his mouth. He stretches. He is unable to write more, but he is not ready to go downstairs.

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