Before you know what kindness really is you must lose things, feel the future dissolve in a moment like salt in a weakened broth. What you held in your hand, … Continue reading →
There was the method of kneeling, a fine method, if you lived in a country where stones were smooth. The women dreamed wistfully of bleached courtyards, hidden corners where knee … Continue reading →
A few days ago, an old priest who was a colleague of my wife’s passed away, and Eva came home from work angry at the world. I was worried; Eva … Continue reading →
“A true Arab knows how to catch a fly in his hands,” my father would say. And he’d prove it, cupping the buzzer instantly while the host with the swatter … Continue reading →
“I can never imagine how someone would fall in love with poetry and stop reading poems. But I think that people often talk themselves out of responding…” This video is … Continue reading →
Naomi Shihab Nye reads two poems at the 2009 Geraldine R. Dodge Poetry Festival: “Letters My Prez Is Not Sending” and “Ted Kooser Is My President.” This video is included here by … Continue reading →
Why is it that so many people say they don’t “get” poetry? As teachers, how can we approach poetry so that it doesn’t seem to our students like a puzzle … Continue reading →
Naomi Shihab Nye may be the most loved poet in America. Here she reads a poem that evokes a young boy’s imagination.
I grew up in Ferguson, Mo. No one ever heard of it, unless you lived elsewhere in St. Louis County. Then my family moved to Palestine – my father’s first … Continue reading →
Where does terror come from? Possibly from people who are terrified. Why does it hurt more when the killed were boys on a beach? They had the breath of the sea in their … Continue reading →
To Israel Are you sleeping well? What do you tell your children, studying history? It was so evil, that people could herd us and hurt us, steal our homes … Continue reading →