In the middle of that desert that didn’t look like sand
and sand only,
in the middle of those acacias, whiptails, and coyotes, someone yelled
“¡La Migra!” and everyone ran.
In that dried creek where 40 of us slept, we turned to each other
and you flew from my side in the dirt.
Black-throated sparrows and dawn
Keynote Address with George Saunders
Poetry, Myth & the Natural World
A Reading with Aimee Nezhukumatathil, Sherwin Bitsui & Rajiv Mohabir
A Reading & Conversation
Maggie Smith with Ishion Hutchinson & Virgil Suarez
Visit us at Booth 927!