Home Is the Moving Back and Forth Between What I Cannot Name: Poems & Stories

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In the Connections New Voices project, the bonds formed between professional writers and writers who are also English learners become a source of inspiration for many of their writings. In the first piece below, the writer Sonia Araujo addresses Judith Hertog who was her Connections facilitator and writing mentor in Lebanon, NH. Although the mentor is not always named in other poems and stories here, the friendships created among writing partners is a strong force behind them. Please click on the links to see photos of the public reading celebration as well as bios of the readers. 

Julie Moulton   The Gift of Knowing   Keene New Voices

I carry the question “why”
I carry the scent of lilac, the cool air of May on my arms and face
I carry my father’s will and desire to live, and the memory of singing him home when it was no longer enough
I carry my mother’s voice
I carry the knowledge of things I was never supposed to know
I carry songs in 3-part harmony from the back seat of a 1964 Chevy wagon
I carry dalmations and beagles, tabbies, tigers and coons
I carry the characters of a thousand novels
I carry the bliss and gratitude of forgiveness
I carry the gift of knowing how deeply blessed I am


Sonia Araujo   Home  (excerpt)   New Voices Lebanon

Hello dear Judith!
When you asked us to close our eyes to return to the house that most moved us, I thought that would not be a good idea, because maybe I would cry in that day.

I was born on a farm. After one year I and my parents moved us to Carapicuiba in São Paulo, a big Brazilian City. I would go back to that house on the farm only on vacation, and I loved it so much, my grandfather lived there in farm.

Our home in São Paulo had only one room, with a kitchen and 2 bedrooms, and we lived together all the time. Our bathroom was out home. We lived eighteen years, also lived my uncle with my three cousins in the some Yard. We played and fought all the time. This house was so much simple, but we were so much happy. I remember how hard it was to bathe in that wooden bathroom, it was very, very cold in the winter. I was 15. I woke up at 5 o'clock to shower and go to work. Came home at midnight, tired. Then my mother bought a new house in Barueri, São Paulo where I lived only two years. Yet, my mother sold it many years after, and my parents moved again to another State, Minas Gerais, Brazil. But I stayed in São Paulo because I married and I moved in with my mother-in-law per one year. Recently we moved to Lebanon in USA. This house has 3 bedrooms, two bathrooms, living room, kitchen and garage. I like the house.

I recently lost my mother on the day of Thanksgiving and writing this text reminded me of how much my mother inspired me to never give up having a home, a united family, however simple our home might be.


Rusul Hassoon      My Art     New Voices Manchester

In the beginning I would like to tell you something about me. I like things made by hand. When I came to the United States, I missed Iraqi decorations in my house. So I asked myself, how can I buy these things which I see on Pinterest? Oh my God it is so pretty. I want it, but I can’t buy anything. I thought and thought and said, “Why not?” I’ll try to do good work with canvas and colors. And I started drawing. It was fun and pretty. Also my family liked my new art.


Anaily Robles    The Life is a Travel     New Voices Manchester

Life is full of changes.
Once you are a child.
Close and open your eyes,
and you are an adult with family
and responsibilities, the biggest,
keep safe the family. 

All people have a dream,
to know a beautiful place is the first travel,
but, what if your first travel is looking for
  a safe place?
and you really try hard                        
to keep away from violence, death, and

One day I am going to travel for fun,
Now I am on the train of learning
to live with many changes, new goals,
new dreams, new challenges. It’s a new
life, far away from dangerous cities.


Binli Han(彬莉)   Name     New Voices Lebanon

In China, most of the kids’ names contain their parents’ many wishes. Some of them think the name is very important and could change kids’ life. So they search lots of dictionaries and even ask a knowledgeable person to give special words for their children. There is no exception with my parents.

My name is Binli (彬莉). It means courteous, graceful and independent girl. I used to be named Binli(彬丽) and I don’t like, it means courteous and beautiful and it is so common that like most of girls’ names have the word “li (丽)”. It has been changed by my grandfather’s mistake before SAT exam. I need to certify myself before the exam, then I can take the exam in our living city. My grandpa helped me with it except he made the mistake with a wrong word.

When I grew up, I got a job and met lots of friends. They thought my name’s pronunciation is same as the luxury car “Bentley”. So they called me luxury car or Bentley, and that becomes my nickname. I like the name. It makes me feel special and easier to remember.


Lily Deng    Lily's Memory     New Voices Lebanon

I lived in a traditional village where I spent a happy and indelible childhood before I was twelve. The habitations of all the villagers were linked together like a warm mother opening her arms. It looked so wonderful that you can hardly imagine a one-building village. The colossus faced south, head connected tail, one by one, combined into a unclosed ring. The main parts of the building and its symmetrical two wings were interlinked. The huge building like a kind mother provides more than ten families to enjoy her warm livelihood. Each of us can walk from the east to the west without leaving mother’s warm embrace. All the people in this big family lived like an authentic one family. In my memorable impression, the most happy cozy time was in summer evening. When the adults came out in the courtyard to enjoy the cool, the children gathered around the elder to listen to their old stories. The sky was studded with twinkling stars, the moon was bright and clear. Children always chased to and fro in the moonlight, playing hide and seek, sometimes catching fireflies. Boys always played tricks on girls, they picked the seeds of Xanthium, rubbed them into girls’ hair. The big family left me with many happy childhood memories.

Now my family lives in Norwich. My husband applied for a visiting scholar in Dartmouth College for one year, my two children and I came here with my husband in March this year. We rented a house near the Connecticut River, the house is big enough for our family. Our house has a big yard and grass growing around it and there is a fence around the backyard. We opened up a field to plant vegetables in the backyard. In the summer, we planted tomato, summer squash, capsicum and scallion. We have harvested the fruits of our labor in the whole summer. I love the house and where I lived. The neighbors are friendly and the village is peaceful. It is completely in conformity with all my expectations for a household.

I don’t care where I live. Wherever I live with my family, there is home. To me, home is more than a house, it’s a feeling. It’s a feeling of contentment, happiness and grief that we share with one another. It’s also a place we make memories with each other.


Jie Jhou  I Was Born in a Small Town in Henan Province (excerpt)  New Voices Lebanon

Jie Jhou's Childhood

The town is built 1500 years ago and now about 100,000 people live there. On the east of the town, a river called Seven Miles runs quietly. There left my memories about the childhood. On its west is the Qingling Mountain which turns out to be a large barrier for the communication of the town with big city. However, to some extent, this also protected the town and the town now becomes a famous tourist attraction because of well-preserved ancient buildings.

My family is just one of the millions ordinary families in China. Father is bad-tempered who worked in a local chemical fertilizer plant as a truck driver. Mother is a homemaker taking care of our family. With my older sister, we four-member family lived in a small earth house with three rooms, in which the middle one is living room, the right one is kitchen and the left one is our bedroom. When I was child life was tough. Father shouldered all the burden of the family. He worked hard while earned little which can not afford  enough food for the family. As a helper, mother raised a female goat which can produce milk. Milk was sold and the earnings was used to buy daily necessities. I myself seldom had the chance to taste the milk because all the milk (not so much, just one bottle each day) has to be sold. Even in difficult situation, parents always tried their best to provide our children relatively cozy shelter. Mother taught us to be a righteous person. With the care from parents, life seems to be bearable.

2015, Rochester, NY

I arrived at Rochester New York at April 1, 2015. When I got off the plane and walk into the airport lobby, I saw many American. I listened, but I can barely understand what they are talking about. I am extremely excited and a little bit worried with my English. Though I have learned 20 years English, I have never used it to talk with other people. Maybe my English is still not good enough? I thought. My wife and 7-years-old son took another plane and arrived at the next day. So I spent one night in the nearby hotel to wait them. It was still cold in Rochester in April and the snow is piled everywhere. In the next morning, they arrived without delay. Two adults, one child, with 4 big hefty suitcases, walked slowly towards the one-mile-away hotel. Along the way we did not see anyone except a lot of fast-driving cars. A couple of drivers stopped to ask us if we need help. I declined the offerings.

With the help of a local Chinese pastor, we finally settled down in Rochester. We lived in a two-bedroom apartment which was a semi-basement. Compared to the normal two-bedroom apartment, this apartment can save us $100 a month. However, even if it is half-underground, compared to our two-bedroom apartment in Xi’an, this one is already much bigger and brighter with beautiful grass land around the building. That is the most beautiful place we have ever lived. I’ve got to say that the clean sky in Rochester is impressive for a person from China. I have used to see the gray sky and breathe the air in the smog. The air in Rochester often make me even a little confused. Is it the real sky? How can it be so blue?

Kalaivani Rajendran  Visiting the Family God   New Voices Keene


The Family God will be in a distance,
                       still closer.
Journey begins when the sun, “a red flower
                       is streaming upwards on its heavenly oils.”
Travelling to visit the power, with the whole family,
                       is an immense pleasure.
Lots of chatting, sleeping and eating along the way
                       are memories.
Greeting the Gods and praying to them gives
                       the strong feelings of your duty and responsibility.
Resting on the powerful floor chills you with
                       an easy feeling and relaxed.
When you wash your hands, legs, and face in the pond alongside,
                       it calms you down completely.
At the end of your journey, you are no longer empty-handed. 


Vidyha Sreenath    Red       New Voices Keene

Oh Red, you are so beautiful!
You are the color of eternal love,
that lets my heart soar like a beautiful white Dove,
You are dynamic, you are passionate,
You symbolize the emotions of rage and courage,
You are the pride of an Indian married woman as her “Sindoor”
Oh Red, you are so beautiful!
You are the color of Christmas,
You are Rudolph’s nose,
You are the forever-lovely red red rose,
Which makes us happy, sometimes,
Blush, with red cheeks,
A glass of red wine, cheers!
Oh Red, you are so beautiful!
You are the color of health,
As red as cherries and strawberries,
How can we forget apple pie?
We say you are the apple of our eye,
Oh Red, you are so beautiful!
But it’s not always the same,
You are the sign of alertness, anger
And sometimes failure, of being wrong,
You show us when and where to stop and be strong,
You are the red blood that flows, keeping us alive,
You are inside us, as LIFE
And that’s what makes you the most Beautiful!!


Nawras Altaher   Sophia Bomba     Ewa Chrusciel    Fatima Ejam   Maura MacNeil  Federica Odetti   
Home (Multiple Voices)  New Voices Concord                

Home is where I lived in Hilla, Iraq.
Home is the love I have for watching my grandpa plant the beautiful Iraqi roses.
Home is the great smell of my grandma, Bebe, cooking dolme for lunch.

Home is the silhouette of the alps and the peak of Mount Viso out my window
Home is a little hill in the middle of a flat land
Home is an apple orchard
Home is the shadow of a chestnut tree
Home is to climb on a cherry tree
Home is sweet memories 

Home is snowdrops piercing through the frozen ground; red poppies in the field and  hedgehogs disappearing into brush.

Home is a flashing tail of fox; his skittish heart leaping through the fields extracting presence into homes I know nothing about.

Home is the past
Home is the desert
Home is the heat 

Home is my father’s voice calling us back to the house,
and it is my mother facing away from us
as she looks out a window towards Boston.

Home—sweetness of Dad’s honey
Home—resounding mom’s singing
her quiet lullabies her concerns and flowers

Home is the feeling of jealousy of my father preferring work over family.
Home is my mother’s consistency of visiting her mother before coming home.
Home is being prideful of my uncle buying me stories instead of his own kids.

Home is the warmth of a wood stove
Home is a steaming pot
Home is the smell of roast
Home is laurel and rosemary flavor
Home is oregano and basil aroma
Home is family traditions 

Home is fava beans; sturdy oak; storks that nest on highways like messengers and migrants
Home is my grandmother’s scarf and honey-combs
Home is the Black Madonna.

Home is Ahmed Ighayid
Home is dolmeh
Home is family

Home is the large elm from a childhood home
that will be cut down when I am six,
and the large stump that remained, crumbling under the weight of us. 

Home—strong father’s arms,
his firm embrace, cherish and love
Home—my haven to pray, to laugh and to cry, 

Home is my aunt loving me more than her life.
Home is my little brother playing soccer before going home.
Home is my sister crying before starting a test.
Home is the love of my aunt putting me above all others.
Home is the soccer field that me and my little brother played on.
Home is when I get the worst feeling watching my sister cry before starting a test. 

Home is homemade agnolotti
Home is all around the table
Home is Piedmontese voices
Home is a screamed song with my sister
Home is a silly game with my brother
Home is a never ending siblings' fight
Home is an always opened door
Home is reliable arms
Home is a warm and safe hug 

Home is gingko leaves which remember Permian Oceans

Home is hoopoes with sacred crest and secrets.
Home is the milk from St. Mary’s breast.
Home is glistening snow in Tatra Mountains
Mountains like inverted cathedrals.

Home is friends
Home is pain
Home is all the secrets 

Home is somewhere else.
It is a throwing away of cardboard boxes without first looking in,
and home is the moving back and forth between what I cannot name,
cannot find and what has been lost. 

Home—provisionary vehicle
Real home is still waiting for us. 



Leidiane Ribeiro Gabi   Oh América      New Voices Portsmouth

Oh América
Terra que tem Tornado
E Furacão
Terra sonhada por muitos
Tocada por poucos
Oh América
Terra que te transforma
Como Alquimia
Ou somente
Como um simples camaleão
Oh América
Terra que te dá esperança
De mãos dadas com a solidão 

Oh America
The land has tornados
And hurricanes
Dream for many people
Touched by few people
Oh America
The land transforms you
Like an alchemist
Or alone
One simple chameleon
Oh America
The land makes hope
Take hands with loneliness  

Pilar Nadeau  It Was an Inseparable Community     New Voices Portsmouth

It was an inseparable community
traveling to a new country
bringing their cultural heritage
and learning a new language.
From Spain they travel
with friends and family
leaving their nation home.
Being an immigrant
now, they are by themselves
using English as a key.
Now they have rights and they can
have the protections granted.
English helped them to achieve
what they really wanted.
               be happy!

Sarah Cristina Clemar  Look Forward      New Voices Portsmouth

We have the whole universe

of hopes 
We all have someone that is

our universe 
But what we don’t realize

Is that
We are the universe to

And the same way you can’t

live without them 

Can’t live without you!