SONTAG MAG
SONTAG MAG
Sontag Mag is a literary magazine publishing poetry, poetry-in-translation, and interviews triannually.
SUBMISSIONS
Sontag Mag accepts submissions of poetry and poetry-in-translation in January, May, and September.
FROM THE ARCHIVE
Platonic Drift
“The other half of the story / returning home, with no land to possess, / just old blood and floodwater – / you and I again – singing with our lungs full.”
Purple Pill
“I like my pills purple, so I can love deeply and / hypothesize catastrophe, / all at once.”
Report Error, Smile
“I still see empty seats at my funeral. / My destiny’s been upgraded in fragments. / “Not funny,” I report error, I smile.”
Vanishing Point
“he doesn’t care that a boy, a brother – / you – are missing, are a city away.”
Parallels and Meridians
“forget who’s / president – i want to know where you’ll be in 2028, and who you’ll be when you’re 40.”
Padam, Padam
“as Barcelona without a Virgin under / a canopy, but there is no Barcelona / without our Virgin, especially on Good / Friday of dark candles”
Guilty Parties
“Time to make up for lost bank notes, / The ones I hid in my bra, / The watch I stole when I was twelve, / The Claddagh ring, / Silver and ridged, two hands / Enfolding / Time / She never indicated it was missing.”
Nothing New Under the Sun
“is like smoking is like fucking is like masturbating is like / pretending is like lying is like praying is like dreaming is like spending is like binging”
Lopud Island
“The limits of flesh, / tan-lines, and olives / by the bed. Time away / and time away — / Her torso tightens as / a current moves in her”
Six Days in a Heavy Lungful
“Sublimating these tomato walls / Sticking apart how often did I / Spend six days in a heavy lungful”
Cold Front
“There are so many / unexpected ways language can change, like when / cold wind crawls in from the north overnight and in a scar-dewed morning, I still catch myself / talking about staying in for the day, / saying ‘we should’ instead of ‘we used to.’”
In Search for a Master
“Another / time, I heard that the order of love is the order of God, but / whose orders do you take when no master speaks to you?”
The Other Self
“If nothing else — / These nude notes / Being played behind the curtain / Where the stage is, By soloist strings / And hermit woodwinds — / Are far hopes / Of uncertain / Opening chords / Calling out / To the duet / I haven’t come to yet.”
Meet the Sontag Team
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Asheley Nova Navarro
FOUNDER & EDITOR-IN-CHIEF
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Aanji Sin
POETRY READER
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Aanya Mehta
POETRY READER
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Amarys Dejai
INTERVIEW STAFF
Sontag Mag Est. 2023
Sontag Mag is a literary magazine appearing triannually and devoted to fostering a community of poets and translators and promoting works exceptional in craft.