i am made of memories

[the dream thieves by maggie stiefvater / unknown / “hymn 35” joe pug / the good place / pale blue dot / stone butch blues by leslie feinberg / unknown / māori whakataukī / “somos el barco” pete seeger / everything everywhere all at once]

— Nizar Qabbani, from “I am accused”; Arabian Love Poems (tr. by Bassam Frangieh & Clementina Brown)

+ his essay “My Palestinian Poem That “The New Yorker” Wouldn’t Publish”

Stray light, Clarissa M Bonet

my favorite lines from this article about poetry from students grades 3-6

Edit: some of the reblogs are doing my head in. So to put it here again: “I was both” maybe!!! But don’t judge your teenage self against who you are now. You were a child, working with what you had and knew at the time. Of course you would’ve acted before thinking. Of course you yelled and regret it now. Of course you said a few mean things. Hindsight is 20/20. Give yourself some compassion. You were a kid.