There are two veterans in the family. Father, who wasn’t recognized as one, and my brother, who was born here and served in the U.S. military and is therefore formally recognized as one. The officially recognized veteran receives the benefits of the institution, and he understands that privilege he holds over the unrecognized.
Poems by Anh-Hoa Thi Nguyen. Dear Ba, Sometimes I drive past our old house, looking to see if it still houses all the wounds I endured there. The stifling silence, crowding of needs, the hand-me down desires. I can still hear the hurricane of dishes, your anger howling, the denial of longings. […]
Unsettled, because settling was never a choice, after the first and third displacement. One foot ready to run, feelings wrapped in a box, packaged and shipped onward. I am wrestling with peace and tension, grabbing at altercations and violence, waiting for something to be ripped away again…
A poem by Anh-Hoa Thi Nguyen, "One Note. One Dish. One Love." This poem introduces a new mini-series #metoovietnamesebodies, which explores how "Vietnamese bodies" have been impacted by "#metoo" experiences of sexual and power abuses.