Not In My Jeans
A photo series of a sexual awareness campaign created by Victoria Serna
Having nothing to wear
Fiction by Karen Gaytan
Un Hijo de Laredo
A poem by Michael Casso
THE RAGE IN MY EYES IS HERS TOO
A poem by Silvia Castanos
manifestos
Andando por el centro y descubriendo el amarillo que pintaras tu cocina. Pero aún no lo sabÃas.
Vuelta y Descanso
My work forced me to slow down in a time when few other things could have convinced me to do so. It reminded me of the beauty in the smallest moments of life: the way the sunlight reflected off the petals of the bougainvillea in my backyard, the lighter-colored patch of grass at a park where an elderly couple had sat down for their weekly picnic.
An American Ride
Reverb raving DJs / Pitchmen sealing deals / Charming you al otro lado the other side / With dollar saving steals
ala madre
Visitors tell me what Laredo needs
is more, / and I ask them how much more / do they need for us to give / in order for them to finally feel
satisfied?
Laredo Carne
Saturday in Laredo / Feels like love is in the air.
somewhere on Iturbide Street, i’m falling in love tonight.
tonight / everyone is the love of my life: / the beautiful boys and girls and / the queens and the queers / the drunks in the parking lots / the lovers in cars with tinted windows / beggars and strays pleading for / scraps
