Sara Borjas I Am Trying Not to Use the Word “Heart” So Much Between my encampment of                bones & all time … More

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 … More

Sara Borjas Conditions for Poetry          after Rich Villar You’ve got to feel trapped but know you can be fast.Cover your hands … More

Sara Borjas Maybe we all don’t really come from anywhere but come from running through lands where we weren’t wanted … More

Sara Borjas Poem My Mother Writes about Things She Hates A dirty house. Thin toilet paper. Stupid people.  Crumbs in bed. … More