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.
SPRING/SUMMER 2026
COLUMNSSontag Mag will publish columns beginning in 2026. The first, “Off-Season,” is a space for contributors to share insight into their reading and writing lives, from resolutions to dialogues to contemplations, and is published in our “off-season,” or outside of our regularly scheduled volumes.
FROM THE ARCHIVE
Blue Cheese
“Brought to life—say risen, say elevated, / also, shaped—by a number of organisms / the human eye could only desire to see.”
Uncollected love letter (bed)
“So i get near the end of The Odyssey where Penelope recognizes Odysseus because he knows the / story of their bed how he built it how she could never take it apart and move it even if she says it’s / gone it’s not gone the bed is still there after two decades”
Sisters of the Earth
“I have called the nymphs from heaven / who are happy to be ridden of Indra. / Tonight, we all friends will sleep together.”
The Soul is the Body’s Faith
“The body only connects us to each other / as much as the myth of the soul.”
Instructions
“If the birds have very little to say about the night before, turn on / the radio for song after song in a language you cannot replicate.”
Aquarium Blues
“My daughter called the whales / elephants and proclaimed that water / was just another version of grass. / She pressed her cheek against the barrier / between us and thought how dolphins / were too smart for the show”
Controlled Breathing
“Breathe in, hold, breathe — the eerie voice / of the CT scan guides me. He sounds / handsome, even debonair, just the thing / for contemplating mortality.”
Father Time is Cutting a Chili
“Seeds are kids playing Ring a Ring o’ Roses. / Placenta, capsaicin glands, and apex; / we are promised a wave, by brilliant crest / gathered onto land and at last broken.”
Blazing desires … (My fevered sighs to you)
“Tonight I was in Venice / My dream was beautiful, colored, twinkling / I saw love’s great, holy temple / And all the snow melted from my heart”
So neat and tidy
“I am broken to the grains scattered / by the fields of forgiveness where / no one stops by.”
The Age of Divestments
“To play in poetry’s fields, we must resign / to empty ourselves day after day, / night after night, sorrow after sorrow, / into nothingness, into flute music / from an instrument in skilled hands, / a weaver of spider silk.”
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
POETRY READER
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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.