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.
FALL 2026
Columns at Sontag Mag are published triannually during the months of February to March, June to July, and October to November and include On the Diary by Anna Erre, In the Palm of the Erotic by Jenna Martínez, Alternate Address by Aanji Sin, and Off-Season by Sontag Mag Contributors.
FROM THE ARCHIVE
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.”
Experiment — To Meet a Dead Lover
“you unite the five elements of / nature. Earth, Water, Fire, Air and Space, within you & around you. It produces absolute silence; coin / lands amid heads & tails; upright. You enter a void; it’s not the purgatory.”
Meet Your Maker
“Doomed be Poseidon and his raging oceans / As you crossed the sea on nothing but your wooden raft.”
Perfect Disappearances
“so you write it on your own skin / and walk off into the world alone / with the whole world in your hand.
41 Kilometers
“Forty kilometers — only a kilometer short of Gaza’s land size. For free / people, 41 kilometers is a surreal flight to space. For Palestinians, home and a death sentence.”
Alive to Beauty
“In my notebook, I write fragments / About things that make me feel awe — / The way sunlight catches water, / The way fallen fruit rests on the ground. / Next to this list, I write words: / Undoing, being undone.”
Stingrays Asleep
“Brand new promotion, I’m tired like my thermostat. / Wormholes and axes and scourges of men flaunter. / Pollution of life — family doesn’t give back sometimes. / Find a nest and try to feel alright.”
The Body is a Glorified Hotel
“Though the walls are frequently claustrophobic, confining / And the constant familiarity of our company / Is simultaneously too much and too little, / Too routine and too alien, / This glorified hotel, our body, our flesh, / Is our shelter, perfect imperfections and all”
Statewide-Lockdown, Day Thirty-Eight
“Too many variables. / Also, irrational beings on Earth. / One spark burns a forest. / One misstep pulls society down a well.”
Meet the Sontag Team
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Asheley Nova Navarro
FOUNDING EDITOR
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Aiman Tahir Khan
ASSOCIATE POETRY EDITOR
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Aanji Sin
POETRY READER
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Aanya Mehta
POETRY READER
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Anna Erre
COLUMNIST
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Jai Michelle Louissen
POETRY READER
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Suzanne Claridge
POETRY READER
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Amarys Dejai
STAFF INTERVIEWER
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Rishi Janakiraman
STAFF REVIEWER
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.