Calling for Submissions

温情

你的拥抱
暖如
冬天的阳光
心里的灰
变成
大海里的蓝
悠然地
扩展到地平线
与海鸥戏耍
至日落

Untitled

I fit my life into a suitcase
moved continent
from subtropical humidity
to desert dry heat

Standing in the shade of a cactus tree
I miss the evergreen
Songs about the pearl river delta
rolling in with the dragon boat race

Home is here and now
But my thoughts are far away

Submissions open UNHOUSED Yearning for Home

Subject on migration, asylum-seeking, illegal-and-legal-immigration, homelessness, and a verge of homelessness.

Calling for submissions of poetry, flash writing, cover art

Lived experience or observation

Submit here or scan QR code below.

Teaser – “Unhoused Yearning for Home” Anthology

The call for submissions is coming up soon…

I am working with Candice Louisa Dequin to co-edit this anthology, and it will be published by Prolific Pulse Press.

UNHOUSED – Yearning for Home shines a light on: Migration, asylum-seeking, illegal-and-legal-immigration, and other factors resulting in being without a home, national-identity, country, or security net. Whether you have immigrated and found yourself isolated and unable to fit into your adopted country’s identity, or lost status in a country you identify with, been out-of-status, living-below-the-radar, a Dreamer or undocumented, or forced to flee your homeland because of discrimination, war or other destabilizing forces, this is your opportunity to share your experiences on the hardships and often invisible struggles so many endure.

Prolific Pulse Press’s background in publishing social justice anthologies, continues with ‘Unhoused – Yearning for Home’ – an anthology of poetry and flash-writing on the current epidemic of unhoused, homeless, stateless, and country-less people and how this lack of safety affects generations. We seek to highlight the writer’s resilience and determination to survive and thrive whilst sharing their truth and experience(s).

‘Unhoused – Yearning for Home’ will be edited by Carrie Yang and Candice Louisa Daquin. Carrie Yang works in the Homelessness and Employment services in Australia and is herself an immigrant. Candice Daquin is also an immigrant, currently in America, and has worked in crisis centers in the US/Europe and Canada. Their combined professional experience, alongside having produced over twenty anthologies, is the pulse behind this project. The editors are fortunate enough to work with Lisa Tomey-Zonneveld, Manager of Prolific Pulse Press LLC. Given Prolific Pulse Press’s history of publishing exceptional anthologies, including Cadence (finalist in the American Writing Awards), Social Justice Inks, Dear Heart, and Heartbeats, our goal is to be a powerful platform for erased voices on this neglected and often inaccurately understood subject.

‘Unhoused – Yearning for Home,’ doesn’t seek to become mired in politics, but rather through the lens of human experience, help others comprehend the unique social and physical challenges surrounding this kind of limbo. Poetry and creative writing is an ideal vessel for this and we welcome all forms of poetry, flash-fiction and accompanying artwork. ‘Unhoused – Yearning for Home’ is scheduled to be published in early 2026.

Therapy is Hard Work

Go to therapy
is not like taking a pill
then the headache is gone.

Therapy is like giving the tools to a gardener
they still need to dig through the dirt
to let new shoots come through.

Message to A Stranger

Hi

We may not know each other personally,
but we exist in the same vast universe—
our paths crossing, even if just briefly.
I know you’ve laughed and cried,
felt joy and sorrow,
held happiness and heartache side by side.

You’ve been both teacher and student,
giver and receiver of care.
You’ve offered your heart, and at times, kept it guarded.
You’ve shared pieces of yourself and held some back.

You are a living, breathing human—
doing your best, navigating life as it comes.

Love and respect,
from a fellow human being

Writer

If I keep writing about someone else’s story
The ache in my heart will have hope to transform into something beautiful

3am Ponder

When your arm stretches out
I don’t have to take it
just let you hang
Soon, you’ll grow droopy
like my eyelids
fighting a losing battle

All the decent men and women are taken
I am left alone to ponder
at 3am
and trying to arm wrestle 
till 5am
then I’ll feel like a pathetic winner
that defeated sleep