Tell them come take my eyes / Before my body gives out

A Salvadoran woman looks for a sister who went missing while trying to make it to America.

you have trouble saying your name and you say it anyway

The journalists discuss their debut books, writing about borderlands, and the people who cross over.

As a teenager, Abdi Elmi fled the violence of Mogadishu, not knowing that what he would encounter in the Sahara would be as harrowing as the failed state he was leaving behind.

Recounting the past of the Eastern Desert is my only refuge given the dire constraints of the present.

Entering Korea’s Demilitarized Zone, in the unlikely town of Nottingham.

Trailing a religious fighter in an Iraqi province where ISIS is an existential threat, looking to learn what drives men and women to take bullets for one another.

On a trip to Yangon, genocide lurks just out of view.

Either way, the fact that she thinks I’m the Norse god, Loki, is a bit troubling. Primarily because I am the Norse god, Loki, and that’s not something I’ve been looking to feature here on Earth.

We kept the kills quiet / amid rows of pale clover