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.

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COLUMNS

Sontag 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

Spirit Animal
Julia Wendell Julia Wendell

Spirit Animal

“I open the door. / ‘May as well come in,’ I say, / charmed by the chestnut bird / he’s brought me.”

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COLD
Yelena Moskovich Yelena Moskovich

COLD

“Cold. / The gull mouths iron, / called / the coat’s curl liar.”

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PRAYER
Javeria Hasnain Javeria Hasnain

PRAYER

“o my opium! / tender thrush.”

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I heard your feelings
Victoria Spires Victoria Spires

I heard your feelings

“Chewing up the valley like cold / teeth. At the snout end, evidence / of mass strandings, / beached sediment.”

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Signature
Marin Sorescu trans. Daniel Carden Nemo Marin Sorescu trans. Daniel Carden Nemo

Signature

“I’m so vast! / He called out, satisfied / and his voice caused ripples on the water”

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That Night, We Walked along the Dan River
Nianxi Chen trans. Melisa Cahnmann-Taylor and Kuo Zhang Nianxi Chen trans. Melisa Cahnmann-Taylor and Kuo Zhang

That Night, We Walked along the Dan River

“the wooden waterwheels, the peach blossoms, / that mirror themselves by the water. / These small things of the ages / all know us.” 

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Instructions for Having a Mother
Özge Lena Özge Lena

Instructions for Having a Mother

“Look, this is / my sweet home. Tell the teacher / it’s abandoned, impossible, scary / to enter because of a bad monster / living inside, hungry for me.”

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thisbe on the walls
Ali C Ali C

thisbe on the walls

“Once, a man in Afghanistan commanded his wife to be veiled from sound entirely. Once, a person can enter a house / only to find there is no door behind them, just a vast endless corpse of wood blocking their way.”

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Good Grief Ghazal
Abigail Bailey Abigail Bailey

Good Grief Ghazal

“My mother makes a midnight mass of girlhood grief. / I am her devoted disciple by God and umbilical. / Like Isaac, not listening will do me no good, grief.”

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Accidental Geometries
Victoria Spires Victoria Spires

Accidental Geometries

“I think of all these people leaving / themselves in brief windows. / How some ascensions are linear.”

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Lawncare
Doug Fritock Doug Fritock

Lawncare

“Meanwhile,  / in the yard, the grass is poking / its head up, joining hands / with the dandelions and clover, / breaking bread with the bees. / Meanwhile, in the yard, / the grass has never felt so alive.”

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Navigating the Night
Sam Aureli Sam Aureli

Navigating the Night

“I wonder if the black bear / I glimpsed earlier, roaming fields / of wildflowers, prowls now, seeking / a midnight feast.”

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Poker
Erin Duffy Erin Duffy

Poker

“Like how / you can see through someone before / they turn away and the light goes / and it’s nighttime for three minutes, / until suddenly it’s not.”

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Meet the Sontag Team

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.

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