In the last three years I have driven along some of the smaller, less-travelled roads of the Mississippi Delta.
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Ken Light revisits the photos he took of immigrants crossing the border between Mexico and the US in the 1980s.
‘The scarlet stained my palm – / whether the blood of the berry or of the bird, / I couldn’t tell.’
A poem by Isabelle Baafi.
‘The farm was in one of the fourteen green-purple wet deserts, in a dent six miles wide with its shoulders covered in scree and a rainy season that lasts twelve months a year.’
An extract from The Borrowed Hills by Scott Preston.
‘First, a boy was meant to stop following him mama, then him papa, then at around fourteen him become him own man – that’s how Ras Levi say life was suppose to work.’
An extract from Fast by the Horns by Moses McKenzie.
‘The end of the war in the Pacific came just before I left school.’
