Sara Borjas – The Garden

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”

Sara Borjas – I Am Trying Not to Use the Word “Heart” So Much

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”

Juan Luis Guzmán – DETENTION

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

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.