Palestine, Poetry #ReadPalestineWeek, Mahmoud Abu Hashhash, Wiam El-Tamami By Mahmoud Abu Hashhash Translated by Wiam El-Tamami My friends, faraway and safe in their houses and streets their offices and parks write to me asking: Are you still alive? They don’t reply when they receive my cryptic response * The night is pregnant with bombing. This evening I bought a beach chair and table, second hand. I thought: they’d be good on the balcony. And for transporting the wounded, if need be.
