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[Text ID: “Upon the wings / Of shimmering moonbeams / I pack my poet’s dreams / For you.”]

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Thank you for writing a soft sea washed around the house.                      Love,                      Aro   CT    age: 7

[Text ID: A place is not only a geographical area; it's also a state of mind. And trees are not just trees; they are the ribs of childhood.]

Margaret Atwood, from The Door: Poems; “Europe on 5$ a day”

Jeanette Winterson, from Why Be Happy When You Could Be Normal?

– Audrey Hepburn

A Rose Shoulders Up by Mosab Abu Toha

Omar Ziyadeh, “Nobody Can Identify Their Own Remains, and I Am Unable to Identify My Own” (tr. from Arabic by Alice S. Yousef) [ID’d]

Mouth Still Open, Mosab Abu Toha

Naomi Shihab Nye, excerpt from “‘Just Call Me Aziz,’ 11 Poems—Titles by Aziz Shihab—From His Notebooks” in Transfer

― Albert Camus, Notebooks: 1935-1951

Ruth Awad, from “Reasons To Live”

Mosab Abu Toha

Hiba Abu Nada was a novelist, poet, and educator. She wrote this poem on Oct. 10th, 2023. She died a martyr, killed in her home in south Gaza by an Israeli raid on Oct. 20th, 2023. She was 32 years old.

Palestinian poet Hiba Abu Nada, "Not Just Passing," translated from Arabic by Huda Fakhreddine.