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“Some hold in hand the first cup of coffee of the day. Those are the ones who did not work all night.”
“she made the tamales of the past and the tamales outside of time” — A poem by Sesshu Foster.
“The money my dad gave me was in my back pocket, the bills still in each of their three distinct envelopes.” Fiction by Jennine Capó Crucet.
“In his mother’s house there was room for anyone at the last supper.” A poem by Fady Joudah.
A book project that renegotiates the term “undocumented.”
For a trauma victim—forced to leave home and country after years of abuse—the act of writing helped to create meaning from painful past experiences.
Grassroots printmaking helps expose the state’s war on immigrant families.
With the risk of deportation always present, family members keep quiet, not revealing why they can’t do things other families take for granted.