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Carlos Bulosan And Filipino Collective Memory: Teaching, Transgression, And Transformation, Jeffrey Cabusao
Carlos Bulosan And Filipino Collective Memory: Teaching, Transgression, And Transformation, Jeffrey Cabusao
English and Cultural Studies Journal Articles
Who is Carlos Bulosan? Why is he significant? Why teach Bulosan in our classrooms? These questions function as points of departure for this lecture delivered in Summer 2021 for the UNITAS International Lecture Series cosponsored by CLASS and Kritika Kultura. By reviewing the significance of Carlos Bulosan, this talk provides an opportunity to examine the continued relevance of Bulosan and his works for the twenty-first century. A pioneering Filipino writer of the twentieth century, Bulosan developed a unique transgressive aesthetic that travels across national and literary boundaries and, in the process, reimagines the boundaries of Filipino identity and literary categorization. …
Bad Accident, Amy Lawless
Bad Accident, Amy Lawless
Bryant Literary Review
I lose touch with reality. I reach my arm out to my future, to the myself who knows there’s no trace of cancer, the benefits of preventative care, the past is in the past, the complete competence of his medical team, but I don’t reach back.
Coming To The End Of His Triumph, Amy Lawless
Coming To The End Of His Triumph, Amy Lawless
Bryant Literary Review
I’ve watched the YouTube video Primož Roglič Bad Accident many times. This event led to his switch from ski jumping to cycling. Ski jumping, to a wimp like me, is the essence of dare devilry.
Dear Breast Cancer,, Clara Burghelea
Dear Breast Cancer,, Clara Burghelea
Bryant Literary Review
You smell of clean skin, cent-free armpits, choked-up, hard to swallow nausea, bubble gum flavor in the hair from the 11-year-old in the car. You see we drove 200 miles, woke up at wee hours to ditch traffic, had breakfast in the car, cold waffles, gulped on bad coffee, rode the highway on TikTok noise, before I knew it, I had arms around my shoulders, chewing gum love next to my right ear.
Thank You Terror, 2, Mathias Svalina
Thank You Terror, 2, Mathias Svalina
Bryant Literary Review
If one is lucky
one will find
Thank You Terror, 3, Mathias Svalina
The Family Bends Ii, Jason Talbot
The Family Bends Ii, Jason Talbot
Bryant Literary Review
Hands
once swollen in prayer, and
arms
stiff like branches,
whipping papier-mâché
heads.
A Welling, Carol Ann Wilburn
A Welling, Carol Ann Wilburn
Bryant Literary Review
I embrace the lightness
of this Kentucky March
wearing not the edges
of a dim January
but the fertile shoots of April.
Airborne, Carol Ann Wilburn
Airborne, Carol Ann Wilburn
Bryant Literary Review
Every change below
tells me I’m farther away
from him.
Beyond Poland, Rosalind Goldsmith
Beyond Poland, Rosalind Goldsmith
Bryant Literary Review
Her body can’t escape the cold but her mind can. It casts up through the night, scattering itself into the sky over the Atlantic Ocean.
Watching My Daughter’S Tap Recital, David O'Connel
Watching My Daughter’S Tap Recital, David O'Connel
Bryant Literary Review
I think of Mrs. B, my typing teacher
that summer before high school
Absence Doesn't Soften The Grass, Yvonne Higgins Leach
Absence Doesn't Soften The Grass, Yvonne Higgins Leach
Bryant Literary Review
Seeing that my dog is old and dying, my neighbor said:
That’s why I never got one. Truth is, they always die before you do.
The Family Bends, Jason Talbot
The Family Bends, Jason Talbot
Bryant Literary Review
Evenings, sitting quietly
with grandpa
his hands, too much
for mice and rabbits.
The Cantaloupe From Peoria, Dane Cervine
The Cantaloupe From Peoria, Dane Cervine
Bryant Literary Review
In 1941, an Oxford policeman, while pruning his roses, scratched his face on a thorn. Ignoring the slight cut, it grew infected, spread, taking his eye and bringing him close to death.
Grand Union, Ellie Anderson
Grand Union, Ellie Anderson
Bryant Literary Review
I have a photo of Daddy
in front of the Grand Union Hotel.
Not Easy, Ellie Anderson
Not Easy, Ellie Anderson
Bryant Literary Review
I was talking to my father,
“Don’t call me ‘the kid’ anymore.
Heirloom, Carol Ann Wilburn
Heirloom, Carol Ann Wilburn
Bryant Literary Review
She lets go
of her secret
long held prisoner by the mahogany
four-poster
Adelaster, Deborah S. Prespare
Adelaster, Deborah S. Prespare
Bryant Literary Review
To prevent herself from slipping into another chaotic downward cycle of panicked anxiety, she squashes the rising tide, drops in the toilet her pill-shaped companions, and sizing up her failing reflection, chooses the last-ditch, arduous path left to an imprisoned soul.
Not A Piece Of Furniture, Alex Smith
Not A Piece Of Furniture, Alex Smith
Bryant Literary Review
On the first day of the first job I got after Javier was deported, I tried to ignore the couple’s fighting.
Night In The City Looks Pretty To Me, Roger Logan
Night In The City Looks Pretty To Me, Roger Logan
Bryant Literary Review
Allison was trying to come up with a version of that old joke. A kangaroo or whatever walks into a bar and the bartender says, “Say, we don’t get many kangaroos in here.”
Live In The Mood, Mark Taksa
Live In The Mood, Mark Taksa
Bryant Literary Review
My toes under a bench, I could be floating
as I watch breeze bend the passersby.
Night Terrors, Patrick Bernhard
Night Terrors, Patrick Bernhard
Bryant Literary Review
Kara turned away from the TV and glanced at the glowing wall clock. 2:56. She had now passed her previous record for staying up watching Night Terrors, which was 2:37.
I Am Here For You, Saoirse E. Doyle
I Am Here For You, Saoirse E. Doyle
Bryant Literary Review
Had someone met my six-year-old self at that sacristy door any one of the hundreds of times that neighboring farmer shoved me out when he was done, I would likely have fainted.
Poof!, Kathie Giorgio
Poof!, Kathie Giorgio
Bryant Literary Review
When I was nine years old, a boy socked me on the arm at recess. He hit hard, enough to cause me to cry out, to bring tears to my eyes, though I wouldn’t let them escape.
Come, Gentle Night., Michael Washburn
Come, Gentle Night., Michael Washburn
Bryant Literary Review
Arthur took one look at the forlorn stranger standing by the stone wall at the base of the hill in the cool evening and thought: Gordon Comstock.
Loving Algorithms, P.J. Powell
Loving Algorithms, P.J. Powell
Bryant Literary Review
My husband and I were watching TV with my mom late one night when my phone rang. It was her doctor calling to tell me we needed to take her to the hospital—now.
The Unvanquished, Marlene Olin
The Unvanquished, Marlene Olin
Bryant Literary Review
“Retirement is overrated,” said Morris.
My Father's Last Disappointment, Ellie Anderson
My Father's Last Disappointment, Ellie Anderson
Bryant Literary Review
He had a name like cashmere, Kazimierz,
but changed it to Charles (and went by Charlie)
Nightly Feats Of Survival, Jonathan Greenhause
Nightly Feats Of Survival, Jonathan Greenhause
Bryant Literary Review
The infinite sky’s shrunk into a rectangle of wan light, the earth
cradling the captive like a clam clasps its pearl,
In The Night, A Song, Tyrel Kessinger
In The Night, A Song, Tyrel Kessinger
Bryant Literary Review
I wish I had the kind of shadow
that would carry my darkness
instead of only being its shape.