Editor’s note: for mobile users, this poem is best viewed in landscape mode. Sara Borjas The Garden Here: what I know and what I give you: a garden of particulars a house: Fresno my father: just outside its frame these rows: faulty scales I plant : my perspectives ask you : how responsible he is Continue reading “Sara Borjas – The Garden”
Juan Luis Guzmán pantoum with a paleta inside At the author’s request, this poem has been temporarily removed. It may return to the site in the future.
Sara Borjas I Am Trying Not to Use the Word “Heart” So Much Between my encampment of bones & all time & territory, an instrument swings but my editor said to stop using it so much she said I’m not saying what I mean, so I write this word instead it’s almost like a pair of wet hands tuggingContinue reading “Sara Borjas – I Am Trying Not to Use the Word “Heart” So Much”
Editor’s note: for mobile users, this poem is best viewed in landscape mode. Juan Luis Guzmán DETENTION dematerializes desire desensitizes delirium delivers destruction detention demands depression deceptive demonstrations desperation devilish delight despite demented defenses deconsecrating democracy despair deepens deadens decide dear devotees decolonize degrees demilitarize departments destroy deathtraps defund destruction deny despots devour deplorables deconstruct demonstrate demands determine delights
Sara Borjas White Birches Monson, Maine These must be what the old white poets were raving about—how they make so much room for themselves. If you can’t tell if I am angry, exactly, I am. I can and cannot write about trees right now. I can and cannot write about white terror, or make a choice. That’s what you all do not understand. These white birches have some audacity, existing. If I just stood there, accepting, I could be like them. But I could never again call myself human.