LA ESTRELLA   When Polaris falls, my grandmother will mourn in the center of the earth, her grief a giant telescope expanding through mantle, lithosphere, crust— a grito. In her hand, a mirror of polished obsidian— lava’s reaction to water. In her hand, reflections: a plumed serpent, a jaw, a rosary, a spirit of… Read More Poem of the Day: Iliana Rocha