The Life of a Poet

Does anyone ever feel like you’re writing and you’re in a groove and you’re doing so awesome that you’re creating something like


but you’re really coming up with this?

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Power Rangers Brings Asian American Poverty Front and Center

I like this post. It does discuss some very important issues facing the Asian American community as well and the need for a greater, more nuanced representation of our diversity and a realistic presentation of our various challenges.

The Nerds of Color

By the time the Power Rangers craze first swept through in the early ’90s, I was just starting college, paying $290 a month in rent for a studio apartment in the Whittier neighborhood of South Minneapolis with a bed that pulled down from a wall, going to see Hong Kong flicks like Swordsman II and The Bride with White Hair Fridays at midnight, organized by Asia Media Access. I was still into nerd shit, but honestly the Power Rangers seemed, to me, corny and commercial. I thought it was funny that the Black Ranger was Black, the Yellow was a Vietnamese woman, and the Pink Ranger was a white woman.

My love of all things nerd grew in Phillips: Minnesota’s largest, poorest, and most racially diverse neighborhood, not all that far from my college apartment. As refugees from war with not a lot of money to spare, I learned to…

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Appreciation for the Big Things

“Don’t expect your children to love you, so they can, if they want to.”
–Ron Padgett

there is nothing like
my son’s kiss on the cheek
my daughter’s hug

the evening
and the morning
and the next day

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Sudden Spring

I walked through my bedroom and from the corner of my eye, I thought I saw disaster. My heart palpitated. My vision flickered. A fallen tree? Had the woodshed collapsed? Something was suddenly, shockingly different out in the yard.

forgotten forsythia
burst from the wetland
twin sunsets

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Working Dad

missed t-ball boy
being a “baseball sport”
lacking an sd card

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yellow flowers
in the window
reflects kindly

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So Much Depends On A Red Pick-up Truck

little boy pedals
w/ head on a swivel
red pick-up truck

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