Featured poem

Minority scar

On mornings blue
when two gossamer suns [without
reason] rise
on the horizon
I walk
with my cicatrice
                                          inside out
A broken cup
my left lung
instead of air,
[                           moving
to the  right]
a migrant memory –
I call it the ‘boss scar’-
leaves an empty space for
the               other
[another        ]
for a more beautiful
a recognition badge worn lightly
as one would
wear a bikini
loose             yellow
[on               scarred skin]
under the       sunshine
azure blue sky
a mirroring world
noir et lumière
              black and

 (Tears in the Fence, issue 71, March 2020)

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