By Carlos Bulosan [This poem] was written by Bulosan and mimeographed by members of the Cannery Union (UCAPAWA) to help generate funds for the defense of two union officers who were facing deportation because of legitimate but radical union activities. The plea for contributions attached here was printed on the
Kali’s Blade by Michele Bautista Meritage Press, 2006 “This particular school of Kali, Kamatuuran School of Kalijin, goes beyond the dojo and really has given me a framework to both be and live artistry. I’m able to bridge to other experiences and knowledge whether at work or writing or performance.
This issue focuses on the experiences of dislocated communities whose members have lived through some form of dispersal either by choice or by force. You, of the future, may wonder why in the year 2016 in the forging of a global cohesion among countries such dispersal and dislocation took place.
by Eileen R. Tabios  I forgot other boys like Samuel and Elwin whose bones became transparent…. I forgot imagination cannot alchemize air into protein…. I forgot an ascetic’s illusion of ecstasy will always be illusion due to its condition precedent: a suffering so unmitigated it hollowed non-survivors from children