By REWA ZEINATI
the war drove us out—
and into my father’s used white sedan—
Khaleej Times #1
October 25, 2021
Issue 22, Issue 22 Poetry, Poetry
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October 25, 2021
Issue 22, Issue 22 Poetry, Poetry
By REWA ZEINATI
Water.
At the shore we don’t build anything. Behind our sunglasses, our eyes dart in every direction. A man carries a sandcastle on his back. A fish. Or is that a tattoo of a fairytale palace? His arms are full sleeves of ink. Maybe he’s been working in the financial district for years. Maybe he’s only here for three days.
In the water we talk salaries and offices and how much saltier this sea is compared to ours. Ours? We talk about hunger, the likelihood of lunch. On my left, Burj Al Arab juts forth its belly of glass and steel.
Ask a Local: Rewa Zeinati, Beirut, Lebanon
July 26, 2018
Interviews
With REWA ZEINATI
T-Marbouta, a restaurant in Beirut. Photo by author.
Your name: Rewa Zeinati
Current city or town: Beirut
How long have you lived here: On and off for twenty years
Three words to describe the climate: Mostly reasonably moderate
Best time of year to visit? All year, but if I really have to choose I would say between March and June
