Political Division
The province is divided into nine departments:
Department (Capital)
| Departament | City Header | Other Municipalities |
|---|---|---|
| Bermejo | Laguna Yema | Los Chiriguanos, Pozo de Maza, Pozo del Mortero |
| Formosa | Formosa | Colonia Pastoril, Gran Guardia, San Hilario, Mariano Boedo, Mojón de Fierro, Villa del Carmen, Villa Trinidad |
| Laishi | San Francisco de Laishi | Banco Payaguá, General Lucio V. Mansilla, Herradura, Tatané, Villa Escolar |
| Matacos | Ingeniero Juárez | |
| Patiño | Comandante Fontana | Bartolomé de las Casas, Colonia Sarmiento, El Recreo, Estanislao del Campo, Fortín Leyes, Fortín Lugones, General Manuel Belgrano, Ibarreta, Juan G. Bazán, Las Lomitas, Posta Cambio Zalazar, Pozo del Tigre, San Martín, Subteniente Perín, Villa General Güemes |
| Pilagás | El Espinillo | Buena Vista, Misión Tacaaglé, Portón Negro, Tres Lagunas |
| Pilcomayo | Clorinda | Laguna Blanca, Laguna Naick Neck, Palma Sola, Puerto Pilcomayo, Riacho He-Hé, Riacho Negro, Siete Palmas |
| Pirané | Pirané | El Colorado, Mayor Vicente Villafañe, Palo Santo, Villa Dos Trece |
| Ramón Lista | General Mosconi | El Potrillo |
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