By Iliana Rocha
ten mexicans are dead, left to suffocate in a trailer, discovered after the driver asked someone for a drink of water.
At the spot where the girl lay, I see the refineries. Their stencils are blurred on the horizon, making their machinery less intricate, & therefore, holy.
By David Tomas Martinez
I imagined us a nationbecause our housewas our corner of the world.
More from this issue
By David Mason
This month's poster features a poem from David Mason. It appeared in our Spring 2013 issue on The Business of Literature. To download a high-resolution PDF of this image, click here.
By Victoria Chang
This month's poster features a poem from Victoria Chang. It appeared in our Fall 2012 issue on The Female Conscience. To download a high-resolution PDF of this image, click here.
By William Baer
"Tracking Shots," from our Winter 2013 issue on Classic Hollywood.
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