SarahJSloat
@sjane.bsky.social
Reluctant non-smoker
Author of Hotel Almighty
Author of Hotel Almighty
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✨ SUBMISSIONS OPEN for the 2026 Sarabande Annual Prizes through Submittable starting today Jan 1 - Feb 15. This year’s judges are: Kaveh Akbar (Short Fiction), Adrian Matejka (Poetry), and Aimee Nezhukumatathil (Essay)!
Winners receive $2,000 and publication! Full details at link in bio ✨
Winners receive $2,000 and publication! Full details at link in bio ✨
January 1, 2026 at 1:02 PM
✨ SUBMISSIONS OPEN for the 2026 Sarabande Annual Prizes through Submittable starting today Jan 1 - Feb 15. This year’s judges are: Kaveh Akbar (Short Fiction), Adrian Matejka (Poetry), and Aimee Nezhukumatathil (Essay)!
Winners receive $2,000 and publication! Full details at link in bio ✨
Winners receive $2,000 and publication! Full details at link in bio ✨
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Wouldn't it feel good to start your new year off by sending out work? Think of us!
Free subs from January 1 through February 15 in Poetry, Fiction, CNF, and Comics.
Free subs from January 1 through February 15 in Poetry, Fiction, CNF, and Comics.
January 1, 2026 at 5:43 PM
Wouldn't it feel good to start your new year off by sending out work? Think of us!
Free subs from January 1 through February 15 in Poetry, Fiction, CNF, and Comics.
Free subs from January 1 through February 15 in Poetry, Fiction, CNF, and Comics.
"Those who talk too little usually know it, those who talk too much usually don’t."
Aphorisms by James Richardson
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Aphorisms by James Richardson
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American Poetry Review - James Richardson - "Vectors 6.2: Just Saying"
Published in American Poetry Review - Volume 54 | No. 06
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January 1, 2026 at 5:03 PM
"Those who talk too little usually know it, those who talk too much usually don’t."
Aphorisms by James Richardson
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Aphorisms by James Richardson
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WISHING THINGS AWAY IS NOT EFFECTIVE
January 1, 2026 at 3:06 PM
WISHING THINGS AWAY IS NOT EFFECTIVE
let bygones be bygones
December 31, 2025 at 6:38 PM
let bygones be bygones
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I’m the poetry editor at Cable Street literary magazine @cablestreet-litmag.bsky.social • if you write prose poems, please send some my way by March 1—considering poems now for our Spring (April) issue. Three to six poems in a Word Doc or Google Docs link. Send to: dana.cablestreet@gmail.com
December 31, 2025 at 10:57 AM
I’m the poetry editor at Cable Street literary magazine @cablestreet-litmag.bsky.social • if you write prose poems, please send some my way by March 1—considering poems now for our Spring (April) issue. Three to six poems in a Word Doc or Google Docs link. Send to: dana.cablestreet@gmail.com
. . . . . They wished to bloom
and to bloom is to be beautiful; but we want to ripen
and that means being dark and taking pains.
. . . . . Sie wollten blühn,
und blühn ist schön sein; doch wir wollen reifen,
und das heißt dunkel sein und sich bemühn.
-Rilke
and to bloom is to be beautiful; but we want to ripen
and that means being dark and taking pains.
. . . . . Sie wollten blühn,
und blühn ist schön sein; doch wir wollen reifen,
und das heißt dunkel sein und sich bemühn.
-Rilke
December 29, 2025 at 8:39 PM
. . . . . They wished to bloom
and to bloom is to be beautiful; but we want to ripen
and that means being dark and taking pains.
. . . . . Sie wollten blühn,
und blühn ist schön sein; doch wir wollen reifen,
und das heißt dunkel sein und sich bemühn.
-Rilke
and to bloom is to be beautiful; but we want to ripen
and that means being dark and taking pains.
. . . . . Sie wollten blühn,
und blühn ist schön sein; doch wir wollen reifen,
und das heißt dunkel sein und sich bemühn.
-Rilke
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"It's a Saturday in the middle of July on a white porch with an old friend. Towels along the clothesline. She’s ten years younger, so I’m always asking about her sex life."
New CNF: "Mechanical Pencils by Dina L. Relles aka @dinalrelles.bsky.social
www.matchbooklitmag.com/mb/relles/me...
New CNF: "Mechanical Pencils by Dina L. Relles aka @dinalrelles.bsky.social
www.matchbooklitmag.com/mb/relles/me...
Mechanical Pencils | matchbook
www.matchbooklitmag.com
December 29, 2025 at 5:41 PM
"It's a Saturday in the middle of July on a white porch with an old friend. Towels along the clothesline. She’s ten years younger, so I’m always asking about her sex life."
New CNF: "Mechanical Pencils by Dina L. Relles aka @dinalrelles.bsky.social
www.matchbooklitmag.com/mb/relles/me...
New CNF: "Mechanical Pencils by Dina L. Relles aka @dinalrelles.bsky.social
www.matchbooklitmag.com/mb/relles/me...
Sale! @sarabandebooks.bsky.social has lost NEA $$, as its mission doesn’t align with that of the current admin. They appreciate any support! I didn’t promote Classic Crimes this year due to a 🙁 crisis, but if u pick up a copy in the coming days I’ll happily to send a collage postcard as a thank u.
December 29, 2025 at 3:54 PM
Sale! @sarabandebooks.bsky.social has lost NEA $$, as its mission doesn’t align with that of the current admin. They appreciate any support! I didn’t promote Classic Crimes this year due to a 🙁 crisis, but if u pick up a copy in the coming days I’ll happily to send a collage postcard as a thank u.
Current read: Edith Pearlman's "Binocular Vision."
"How lucky he had been in her, and in their children, and in his work—and yet how willingly he would trade the pleasures of this particular life for life itself."
Got this from my mother many Christmases ago & just now rescued from a dark shelf.
"How lucky he had been in her, and in their children, and in his work—and yet how willingly he would trade the pleasures of this particular life for life itself."
Got this from my mother many Christmases ago & just now rescued from a dark shelf.
December 29, 2025 at 8:50 AM
Current read: Edith Pearlman's "Binocular Vision."
"How lucky he had been in her, and in their children, and in his work—and yet how willingly he would trade the pleasures of this particular life for life itself."
Got this from my mother many Christmases ago & just now rescued from a dark shelf.
"How lucky he had been in her, and in their children, and in his work—and yet how willingly he would trade the pleasures of this particular life for life itself."
Got this from my mother many Christmases ago & just now rescued from a dark shelf.
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December 28, 2025 at 3:54 PM
One of the most memorable & enjoyable poems I read (for the 1st time) this year.
One of my new favorite prose poems has entered the chat
Hedgie Choi, from her debut collection Salvage (2025)
Hedgie Choi, from her debut collection Salvage (2025)
December 27, 2025 at 3:56 PM
One of the most memorable & enjoyable poems I read (for the 1st time) this year.
... I contriv'd
a little Book in which
I rul'd
a little Book in which
I rul'd
December 27, 2025 at 1:02 PM
... I contriv'd
a little Book in which
I rul'd
a little Book in which
I rul'd
It’s four in the morning, the end of December
I’m writing you now just to see if you’re better.
- Leonard Cohen, “Famous Blue Raincoat”
I’m writing you now just to see if you’re better.
- Leonard Cohen, “Famous Blue Raincoat”
December 27, 2025 at 11:55 AM
It’s four in the morning, the end of December
I’m writing you now just to see if you’re better.
- Leonard Cohen, “Famous Blue Raincoat”
I’m writing you now just to see if you’re better.
- Leonard Cohen, “Famous Blue Raincoat”
Olena Kalytiak Davis (TW: suicide)
December 26, 2025 at 8:40 PM
Olena Kalytiak Davis (TW: suicide)
"my god all the days we have lived thru
saying
not this
one, not this,
not now,
not yet, this week
doesn’t count, was lost, this month
was shit, what a year, it sucked,
it flew, that decade was for..."
Olena Kalytiak Davis
www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/147666...
saying
not this
one, not this,
not now,
not yet, this week
doesn’t count, was lost, this month
was shit, what a year, it sucked,
it flew, that decade was for..."
Olena Kalytiak Davis
www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/147666...
Not This
my god all the days we have lived thru saying not this one, not this, not now, not yet, this week doesn’t count, was lost, this month was shit, what a year, it sucked, it flew, that decade was for w...
www.poetryfoundation.org
December 26, 2025 at 4:14 PM
"my god all the days we have lived thru
saying
not this
one, not this,
not now,
not yet, this week
doesn’t count, was lost, this month
was shit, what a year, it sucked,
it flew, that decade was for..."
Olena Kalytiak Davis
www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/147666...
saying
not this
one, not this,
not now,
not yet, this week
doesn’t count, was lost, this month
was shit, what a year, it sucked,
it flew, that decade was for..."
Olena Kalytiak Davis
www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/147666...
"Once My Mother"
put the phone in the freezer
while we were talking
and closed the fridge door.
On my end, a white quiet
came through the receiver...
www.memorious.org?id=665
put the phone in the freezer
while we were talking
and closed the fridge door.
On my end, a white quiet
came through the receiver...
www.memorious.org?id=665
Pam Matz, "Once My Mother" / Memorious 26
Memorious is an online literary journal publishing quality verse, fiction, and views on literary craft, including reviews, interviews, and criticism.
www.memorious.org
December 26, 2025 at 2:53 PM
"Once My Mother"
put the phone in the freezer
while we were talking
and closed the fridge door.
On my end, a white quiet
came through the receiver...
www.memorious.org?id=665
put the phone in the freezer
while we were talking
and closed the fridge door.
On my end, a white quiet
came through the receiver...
www.memorious.org?id=665
Baby Jesus having a snooze.
Seen at an exhibition of photos by the Spanish photographer Colita in Barcelona.
Seen at an exhibition of photos by the Spanish photographer Colita in Barcelona.
December 24, 2025 at 4:48 PM
Baby Jesus having a snooze.
Seen at an exhibition of photos by the Spanish photographer Colita in Barcelona.
Seen at an exhibition of photos by the Spanish photographer Colita in Barcelona.
They will be without arms like God.
By the millions their dried skins will be sought
In the new world.
Their young will be like wet slugs.
They will obsess the moon
Over a field of a night-flowering phlox.
Their nests will be a delicate cup of moss.
-Norman Dubie
By the millions their dried skins will be sought
In the new world.
Their young will be like wet slugs.
They will obsess the moon
Over a field of a night-flowering phlox.
Their nests will be a delicate cup of moss.
-Norman Dubie
December 23, 2025 at 9:17 AM
They will be without arms like God.
By the millions their dried skins will be sought
In the new world.
Their young will be like wet slugs.
They will obsess the moon
Over a field of a night-flowering phlox.
Their nests will be a delicate cup of moss.
-Norman Dubie
By the millions their dried skins will be sought
In the new world.
Their young will be like wet slugs.
They will obsess the moon
Over a field of a night-flowering phlox.
Their nests will be a delicate cup of moss.
-Norman Dubie