“Jordan Escobar is a writer and former farm worker from California. I thought his work should be included in the zine as the central theme is of a farm worker and his life. My badass is Senator Rebecca Saldaña who does a lot of advocation for farm workers and I believe his works tie in with a lot of the advocating that she does.” – Abigail Minase

In his voice, there is a landscape:
rain padding dusty hoofprints,

wet manes, heavy heads
hung over rusting fencelines,

There is some Spanish, some English,
and some other words only spoken to horses

in a moment of need. A moment of explanation,
that this world is a shifting body,

growing, laboring, breathing.
The breath of a hillside,

of turkey vultures and feral hogs.
The breath of tule fog

rolling out between the grapevines
and rows of alfalfa,

of a muddy morning spent unloading
soggy timothy from the back of a pickup.

He rubs his eyes and yawns,
his mouth as vacuous as the overhead sky,

and all the geldings line up
eager with anticipation to consume.