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Merna Hecht This morning I am remembering you, how as honored guest
you talked with my students who had recently arrived in America
from refugee camps where borders are stacked with blood and bullets.
María Luisa Arroyo Mami called us away from the roach trap line
where novice factory workers, fresh from the island,
and I, fresh from Germany, poked
Purvi Shah The mehndi is leaving my hands,
brown swirls dissolving into brown skin.
Somewhere you are traveling
Kathleen O'Toole He arrived first as a student of geology
in the bicentennial year.
Nahshon Cook Then he explained
how the Buddha
to reflect on the body
Ching-In Chen The teacher straightbacked,
faced me off, her eyes.
My face in the cleave of
her shoulder, my bones
Bonnie Naradzay Lunch today for the inmates means white bread
and a slice of baloney. Dinner is more of the same.
The limit now - two meals a day to stay in budget.
Rich Villar lacking a proper entrance
into a poem
about Arizona Senate Bill 1070
Joseph O. Legaspi slides down into my body, soft
lambs wool, what everybody
in school is wearing, and for me
Sonja de Vries a scar starting below his
cheekbone ran down the length
of his face like a road map