Danielle Steele’s Going Home, Alice Munro’s Dear Life. Richard Bach’s Jonathan Livingston Seagull. Ali flips open a moldy Farsi translation of The Three Musketeers, his eyes landing on “All falsehood is a mask” just as a slip of paper glides down onto the library’s patchy carpet.
(No Place is Foreign/fiction)
All that’s left of the baby is the rattle. / All that’s left of the granny is her knitting.
The synagogue of my youth wandered throughout the city, from the basement of the Methodist church on the Manayunk hills to the East Falls nursing home…
I don’t trap my dreams in books / you might as well store fire in paper
(translation)
A visual counterpart to our Dispatches from a Pandemic series
