My father the frycook, his father / the same. Their hands so oiled / everything they touched / flamed. Like Midas if Midas / loved fire not gold.
Jeff Yang’s poetry of placelessness, Perumal Murugan’s controversial fiction, Anita Felicelli’s timeless Tamil short stories, and Nasser Hussain’s experimental sky writings.
These are all birth stories, but I will not tell you mine.
In the wake of the end of DACA, we’re sharing poems, essays and stories written for and about undocumented immigrants.