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
Sometimes When I Say Ohio
“I mean this endless field between us / this state where we have not kissed / kissed but only once”
Love, Explained by Flying Foxes
“Or perhaps memory is a poor archivist, / saying what it finds beautiful, / or strange”
Spirit Animal
“I open the door. / ‘May as well come in,’ I say, / charmed by the chestnut bird / he’s brought me.”
Always in Refusal, Alina Ștefănescu’s “My Heresies” Is a Remarkable Collection
“To continue to speak long after catastrophe is to risk language becoming its own kind of heresy.”
Leigh Sugar Powerfully Confronts Love Within the Prison-Industrial Complex in “FREELAND”
“FREELAND’s authority is its refusal to sentimentalize the things we normally reach for when poetry fails—love, memory, justice.”
Amarys Dejai in Conversation with Cuban-Peruvian Poet Sara Daniele Rivera
“We are here, our experiences matter.”
Amarys Dejai in Conversation with American Poet Jeremy Michael Clark
“I think there’s value in wanting consistency … But I also think it’s important to allow yourself to just be in the world, to experience it, and see what you encounter.”
A Morning’s Apology
“The wood thrush begins / a gentle song, threading its music through / the quiet.”
I heard your feelings
“Chewing up the valley like cold / teeth. At the snout end, evidence / of mass strandings, / beached sediment.”
The Sting of Empty Bitterness and its Pleasure
“So here do I lie, / spent and flaccid as a lake in the sunset, / a blush of birds kissing nocturne from its surface.”
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.”
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.”
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.”
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.”
i’ve always wanted to fistfight god a little
“i withstood hell — lovers, / mostly — for the promise of heaven and was doled / out a second dose of hellfire. then a third, a fourth.”
Accidental Geometries
“I think of all these people leaving / themselves in brief windows. / How some ascensions are linear.”
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.