Octavio Quintanilla
​Guava Tree 
Vol 15 2017
The elders had a name for it,
guayabo.

I plucked its fruit, 
dug my fingernails

into its ventricles,
scent in my hands
for days

like a coin
I'd never spend.

I sniff traces of it, still,
thinking of my childhood,

back then
seeing myself
here
​looking back.

Rossy Evelin Lima
Hacia el sur
​Vol 15 2017
En la frontera hay letreros 
que señalan con una flecha
hacia dónde está México: hacia el sur.

Yo siempre corro a ponerme atrás de ellos
esperando que esa flecha
            se clave en mis pasos
esperando que esa flecha
            me haga una marca en el rostro
mientras me traspasa para seguir su rumbo: hacia el sur.

Corro a ponerme atrás de cada letrero deseando que la flecha
sea un arpón y mi pecho cristal,
que se divida en mil estelas,
esperando tragarme esa flecha
como una espina,
como un ancla.
Hacia donde está México: hacia adentro. 

Rossy Evelin Lima
Headed South [Translation]
​Vol 15 2017
On the border there are signs,
an arrow that points
the direction toward Mexico: South.

I always run to put myself behind them
hoping that this arrow
           fixes my steps
hoping that the arrow
            will imprint itself on my forehead
while it runs on continuing its route: south.

I run to put myself behind every sign hoping that the arrow
will harpoon my crystal chest,
shattering it into a thousand trails,
hoping to swallow the arrow
like a thorn,
like an anchor.
Which direction is Mexico: within. 

Edward Vidaurre
Truck
​Vol 15 2017
I sit in my truck and wonder why the air conditioning is still running even after I turned the key to the off position. Another worry, how many hours, will I have to work to pay for this? I take inventory of all this truck's needs: new mirror, windshield wipers, brake job, tires, dashboard, upholstery...new owner is probably best at this point. But I love this damn truck. It hauls heavy furniture, I once pulled a compadre out of his home during a flood in San Benito, Texas. It also comes in handy on trips to the drive-in and beach access #5, and ass...hauls ass. My daughter prefers the truck over the car also, there's an empowerment of riding a truck, pinche Dodge gas guzzling mamasota, I will never let you go.