The border delineates an imagined geopolitical terrain — its arbitrary nature is precisely what gives it power.

The legendary Nigerian author interrogated imperialism in a new language.

“When I’m petted by a nurse, when I’m having my blood drawn I inevitably imagine new fashions for immigrants.”

“Some hold in hand the first cup of coffee of the day. Those are the ones who did not work all night.”

Novelist Rafael Dumett exercises perspectives in identity, diaspora, and Peruvian history.

“she made the tamales of the past and the tamales outside of time” — A poem by Sesshu Foster.

“The money my dad gave me was in my back pocket, the bills still in each of their three distinct envelopes.” Fiction by Jennine Capó Crucet.

“In his mother’s house there was room for anyone at the last supper.” A poem by Fady Joudah.

Israel F. Haros López: “Border Blues and Reds” and “Wolf and Spider House,” from the anthology “Nahualliandoing Dos.”

Those who migrate leave behind ghosts of their former selves. A short story by Claudia Hernandez.