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Unhoused – Yearning for Home is Now Available!
Unhoused – Yearning for Home has been released.
I have this BIG book in my hand and I feel small, a blessed kind of small.
With diverse Voices from:
Albania, Argentina, Australia, Canada, China, Costa Rica, France, Germany, Ireland, Korea, Malaysia, Nepal, Nigeria, The Philippines, South Africa , Tunisia, the United Kingdom, the United States of America, and MORE…
May you be blessed when you hold this BIG book in hand and step into the inner world of the authors.
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I am incredibly grateful for Candice L. Daquin’s mentorship in my first anthology editing experience, and for Lisa Tomey-Zonneveld giving us the opportunity to put this anthology together.
UNHOUSED – Yearning for Home is a powerful and deeply human anthology exploring the realities of homelessness, displacement, migration, statelessness, and the universal search for belonging. Through evocative poetry, poignant flash writing, true stories, and compelling artwork, this collection gives voice to those who have experienced the loss of home—whether through war, poverty, immigration struggles, discrimination, economic hardship, or social instability—and to those who bear compassionate witness to these experiences.
Far beyond politics and headlines, UNHOUSED – Yearning for Home focuses on the emotional truths behind displacement: the grief of losing safety, the ache of isolation, the resilience required to survive, and the enduring hope of finding connection, identity, and peace. The anthology shines a light on the invisible struggles faced by unhoused and marginalized individuals around the world while honoring their courage, humanity, and determination to endure.
Editors Jia-Li Yang and Candice Louisa Daquin are both immigrants with extensive experience working in homelessness and crisis support services. It was their inspiration that drew the interest of Prolific Pulse Press LLC. This collection continues the press’s tradition of publishing meaningful social justice anthologies that amplify underrepresented voices. All four editors offer a glimpse of their experiences in the foreword.
Raw, compassionate, heartbreaking, and hopeful, UNHOUSED – Yearning for Home invites readers to look beyond stereotypes and statistics to witness the deeply personal realities of what it means to search for safety, stability, and a place to call home.
A portion of the UNHOUSED – Yearning for Home proceeds will benefit The Women’s Center of Wake County, Raleigh, North Carolina.
A lot of waiting
sitting on the threshold
of the old farm house
watching a sprig of lavender grow
and the relentless desire of a bee
Rain has new meanings
besides sadness and funerals
It fills my empty coffee cup
to more than enough
At starless nights
I will my mind’s pen
to a steams of consciousness
far into my dream state
remember, reframe
rewrite the past
into a new moon song
We read “The Red Wheelbarrow”
We discussed
We came to the view that
William Carlos Williams started it
then ran out of inspiration
He decided to set it aside
and go back to it later
But he never did
I walk the deep forest,
the long stretched ocean beach line,
the vast desert.
Because
I want to be small,
so small, almost invisible,
then
my troubles,
the turmoil of life,
the heart deep pain
will be vanishing
to nothing.
In the southern hemisphere
the April rain turned the leaves amber overnight
This sudden sadness even taints my perception of the sun
that once was golden with warm embrace
The soiled ground reminds me of
the period of my life
when everything was a uphill battle
so stuck
climbing was a daily routine
I still feel the hopelessness
knowing I am living in the distance of a decade
An old friend I desperately want to forget
and move past it all
Standing in the biting April rain
I am present in the reality of a bondage
Flicker of Thoughts 