Tag Archives: Immigration

Lies I Told about Father

Lies I Told about Father By Bunkong Tuon . Editor’s Note: This is the fifth post in a series of poems about the immigrant experience in America. Our late Managing Editor, Okla Elliott, featured Bunkong Tuon’s work on As It Ought To … Continue reading

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Fishing for Trey Platoo

Fishing for Trey Platoo By Bunkong Tuon Editor’s Note: This is the fourth post in a series of poems about the immigrant experience in America. Our late Managing Editor, Okla Elliott, featured Bunkong Tuon’s work on As It Ought To Be back in January … Continue reading

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Dancing Fu Manchu Master

Dancing Fu Manchu Master By Bunkong Tuon Editor’s Note: This is the third post in a series of poems about the immigrant experience in America. Our late Managing Editor, Okla Elliott, featured Bunkong Tuon’s work on As It Ought To Be back in January … Continue reading

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Three Poems: “Snow Day,” “An Elegy for a Fellow Cambodian,” and “Halloween, 1985”

Three Poems By Bunkong Tuon . Editor’s Note: This is the second post in a series of poems about the immigrant experience in America. Our late Managing Editor, Okla Elliott, featured Bunkong Tuon’s work on As It Ought To Be back in January of … Continue reading

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Our Neighborhood in Revere, MA

Our Neighborhood in Revere, MA By Bunkong Tuon . Editor’s Note: This is the first of a series of poems about the immigrant experience in America. Our late Managing Editor, Okla Elliott, featured Bunkong Tuon’s work on As It Ought … Continue reading

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SATURDAY POETRY SERIES PRESENTS: NORMA LILIANA VALDEZ

By Norma Liliana Valdez: UNACCOMPANIED Everything is happening now. Everything is present tense. The horses. The running. The losing. This operation is a well-oiled machine. All is slow motion until dusk. After dusk come the icy furrows. Overnight temperatures the … Continue reading

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“The Arizona Way or the American Way?” by Mark Budman

Since I am a legal immigrant myself, I might understandably react to Arizona’s new law on immigration even more strongly than a native might. Though I am not a Latino, this issue of potential tough enforcement affects every immigrant group … Continue reading

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