she's something, alright

I’m a poet with the instincts of Harriet the Spy. If Jack Kerouac had been a teenage girl who grew up to be an author who lived next door to you, I’d have lived in her house, too. Yes, I’m a stenographer of caffeine-fueled nightmares. I am also an editor. 

Sara once saw blue ink drip from a ballpoint pen and has been fascinated by the shapes liquid makes since then. She enjoys drinking coffee, gaming her way out of depression, and writing in most forms as long as it is absurd or uncomfortably personal. Floridian by birth and Minnesotan by chance, she currently lives outside Minneapolis with her tall husband and a surviving houseplant. You might be able to reach her at tasteofspacecake@gmail.com.

Interview with VoyageMinnesota: April 2025

It's February, I'm Fine: poetry, February 2021 

Florida woman grabs a fellow bus passenger by the throat: blog post, August 2015

...to a land of cucumber and honey, where Billy never dies: blog post, January 2013