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The Writers in Communities program is so appreciative to have taken part in this three-day poetry workshop with students at Davis Middle School, in collaboration with KLRN. The three-day, three-hour sessions, facilitated by our wonderful instructors, Joy and Vocab, sparked lots of excitement inthe students who produced AMAZING work! Read it for yourself by clicking on the link below.

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This poetry project was part of KLRN’s Black History Month programming. Maya Angelou: And Still I Rise | Film Preview Screening & Poetry Slam takes place at The Playhouse San Antonio on Feb 15 at 7pm.  This is a FREE and family-friendly event.


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We gladly bring the voices of Ella Austin Community Center’s 3rd, 4th, and 5th grade classes to the literary stage.

ascendI rose out of sadness, anger, and why.


I rose like a growing inner being.


I rose like the loaf, a new life.


I rose from not needing a safe place

and inside me was a brand new life

I had longed for a very long time.


Inside of me there was fear

that I did not know how to do this

until I saw the air blow the leaf away.

It was dry but it still had life.


Inside of me there is a free spirit

that will be as bright at the sun—

or my own true color.


From the WIC anthology Like a Phoenix (2008)

Photo courtesy of Bassi Baba


I rose from the ground to the earth,


I rose like a seed sprouting for life.


I rose like air coming out of a jar that has been

closed tightly.


I rose from the depths of impossibility

and inside me there was Hope.


Inside me there was a chance for survival.


Inside me there was precious life.


From the WIC anthology Like a Phoenix (2008)

Photo Courtesy of Hafiz Issadeen

8522901355_96c1bdf450_mHer love pursued, like the dampness of

the morning dew.

She often questioned, but I’d never bother

nor reckon,

but brought more spark and reason to be pursued.

The gloss in her eyes shined bright, much

like the start and the moon.

My touch would raise her temptations—

she was never hesitant against it.

To contemplate of such difficult task, was

like finding love but not making it last.

These words here, these words here that you hear

tonight, are spoken by heart and written down

by mind. (more…)