By Marc Nair
Unaccompanied Baggage Sometimes things get lost in transit, left behind on wide sidewalks next to the warning signs and the presence of police cameras. Sometimes the language of distance surveils us in untranslated dreams. Or maybe this is just temporary and somebody will return to claim it. Sometimes an announcement will be made for a lost child, a missing passport. Misplacing one’s identity is too common in a country founded on myth and merit.
Marc Nair is a poet who works at the intersection of various art forms. He is currently pursuing projects that involve photography, movement and creative non-fiction. His work revolves around the ironies and idiosyncrasies of everyday life. He has published ten collections of poetry.
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