“Young men scratching the old records of memory, the old stories of antiquity
Give them a new spin, telling a different story, yet always the same enemy
Dark and cruel, there outside, lurking in the shadows of false identities
The others have returned like chickens coming home to roost
Now they live next door and the scent of strangeness becomes familiar
And the eye of every enemy becomes a mirror in which we see our own imperfections
History with its funny way of stammering and, repeating sentences
Finds re-interpretations of events that light up the kaleidoscope”
from Kaleidoscope
– Nura Tarmann
in A KALEIDOSCOPE OF STORIES
Muslim Voices in Contemporary Poetry
Coming soon from Lote Tree Press