by Mohamad Kebbewar
The war turned my brain into furniture.
The currency lost twenty percent
of its value in two days.
I’m losing my health without a good cause.
I need to travel to feel sane again.
Darkness cuts my life like bison flesh.
The sky bleeds a new frontier.
[Mohamad Kebbewar was born and raised in Aleppo. Immigrating to Canada at age 19, Kebbewar earned a degree in history from Concordia University before becoming a graphic designer. He recently published a chapbook with Grey Borders press entitled Children of War. He is putting the final touches on his novel The Bones of Aleppo. ]
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