Hopefully you've been able to view some of Vietnamese American and TRA Kev Minh Allen's work and if you haven't (for some odd reason) you can check out some pieces from eastlit from a few months ago (which I swear I posted up on but either my eyes are bad, or apparently I have a disease where I think I post on things, but I don't).
A quick few stanzas from his poem "Redistribution":
Legs fused together inside the birth canal.P.S.
An amalgam only seen in an anomalous world.
No blanket to cover, no need to unsee the stares.
No hiding behind comfort talk.
Mother on the run and Child on a magic carpet ride.
I hear a couple of new books are on their way from him.
Ssshhh.
