Hellen Ascoli writes—about weaving and translation—"To let my body be the place where tension meets the ground," and I imagine a lightning rod connecting languages, pulling threads. She combs, she rakes, she draws an exhibition with neon tapes across her backyard, she stacks two tree limbs in an embrace. I spend my pandemic mornings in the sand of a barren yard in the Great Plains in isolation, and the grit powders my skin and gets into my teeth. We write each other letters. Manal Abu-Shaheen sends me a cyanotype she makes, of the ship that brought her great-grandfather to Ellis Island in 1907. She sends a photograph of the sun dunking into the sea beside Beirut. We talk about the failure of language to account for the distance between here and there, especially in these anguished weeks since the explosion. Her photographs of that city were already moving indoors, but now, isolating in New York, she imagines the intimacy of photographing her friends in their homes, indoors, together. The imagining is about closeness, about touch, about longing and what is no longer here, about having a coffee and telling the stories of this particular year. Thuy-Van Vu describes how her father would plant patches of green, plants and flowers, in the sun-bleached yard of his home in Phoenix, Arizona, and how they would always die under the summer sun there. We talk about things that couldn’t be said in words. “This is the idea of a house my father built,” writes poet Diana Khoi Nguyen. Plants now cover every surface of her Seattle office and home; she feels guilty for letting one of them expire for a painting. She sends photographs from a trip to Vietnam: modest sandals in a glass case at the Museum of Fine Arts in Ho Chi Minh City are marked with dirt from an artist’s day of work. A boy sands a carved Buddha, and the wood gradually changes tones. A typed list of “useful phrases for emergencies” in Vietnamese includes “Don’t shoot!” Photographs of a helicopter made of woven grasses and a broken wooden sculpture of a tank are local thrift store finds, imported from Vietnam.