From the Journals of Mahmoud Darwish 1941–2008

Mahmoud Darwish

He woke up all at once. He opened the window on to a faint light, a clear sky and a refreshing breeze. He felt his body, limb by limb, and found it was intact. He looked at the pillow and saw that no hairs had fallen out in the night. He looked at the sheet and saw no blood. He switched on the radio…


Capital Gains
Reality, Reality