if we can see
death looming, like a dark island
on the navigator’s horizon
then we won’t be shocked when
time’s run out. This means
a life without our primal fear. That’s why
In the spaces between evanescence and memory, Alizadeh finds grace, wit and fire. From the opening poem’s hymn to mobility and renewal to the elegiac ending, from Tehran to the Gold Coast, Ashes in the Air sparks with wisdom and energy.