Welcome to Write Away!
The writing forum for Project Read learners.

We've redesigned our blog so that adult learners working at Project Read can share what they have written with other learners, tutors, and the public. There are a few simple guidelines to be aware of.
  1. This is a moderated site, so submissions and comments will first be reviewed before being approved and published.
  2. Adult learners submitting their writing have the option of using their first name (only) or using "anonymous" for authorship.
  3. We wish to honor the writing efforts of the adult learner/authors, so no major copy editing will be applied, but we may suggest minor corrections in consultation with the author.
  4. Only active Project Read learners are eligible to submit their writing to the Write Away blog and there are two ways of doing this: send submissions via email to projectread@sfpl.org, or stop by the office with a hard copy of your writing.
  5. The views and opinions expressed on this web site are solely those of the original authors and contributors. These views and opinions do not represent those of the San Francisco Public Library and/or the City and County of San Francisco.

Wednesday, May 24, 2017

What is Poetry?

People like poetry.
People like to write poetry.
Poetry is about someone you write about--someone you care about  and love, or a special person in your life.
Some people love to write poetry about beautiful things--
  about the earth, the sun, and the sky,
and some people write about oceans and seas.
Some people write poetry and poems to someone
they love and care about.
Some people write about true love.
Some songs people sing are about poems.


Saturday, May 20, 2017

What is Our Society Coming To?

My name is Theresa Lewis. I remember once upon a time when I was coming up and we had an issue with one another. We took it to our parents and our parents took it to the next parent and, if they didn't settle it, the next day we met at school and we'd fist fight.

Now a days, these kids today , they just be killing up each other -at school, on the streets, on the freeways. Where are these kids getting these guns? Where are they coming from? Why is it these guns are so easy for kids to get? And
they're taking lives like it's okay and it's not!

Everybody suffers when these kids die--the mothers, the aunties, the cousins. We all suffer. And you can't say it's just in the black neighborhoods now. It's everywhere-Latino, Asian, Chinese. So, again I say, where are these guns coming from and why is it so easy for these kids to get guns?

When I was coming up. we couldn't get guns. My parent kept hers locked up. One day I went to my nephew's middle school and they had metal detectors. I never seen nothing like that!

The movies are not making it no better. They make their movies with people killing each other. They use rappers to make these movies. What example is that for our kids?

They make all these video games with guns killing up one another like it's okay. Then the kids want to go out and do the same things. As parents, we can't watch our kids 24-7. We can talk to them, provide for them, preach and tell them right from wrong, but we have to go out and work to provide for our families. We can't watch them 24-7.

What is our society coming to? And what can we do for our kids? How can we keep our kids from getting these guns? Again I ask, where are the guns coming from?

Tuesday, May 02, 2017


April 7, 1919, the date that always commemorates your birthday. Whether it was destiny or the will of the Lord you moved ahead of me on this journey in the same month. Although I can’t remember exactly which day. I don’t really care, you are still with me. Few people knew that your name was Ramona del Carmen. I think that you never liked your first name because I used to call you Ramona just to tease you but, you were and always will be Dona Carmencita. Somebody said (I don’t know who) that the life of the dead is in the memory of those still living. I agree. You made a mark on my life in a way that I am only now aware. Your memory is in my way of cooking, my way of talking , in the words I have used when I talk with my son and then he asks me for a translation as If I was talking with him in another language. Maybe he is right, your language. While I am alive you will alive. Happy 98th anniversary Grandma.
-- Claudia