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
ode to an adolescent niece
“you’re blazing / hot pink-orange, / an angry sunrise / through wildflower smoke”
Games for Children and Keith Wilson’s Experiments With Flight
“There’s obvious risk to including both a childlike wonder and a grim political reality in one book of poetry"
TO THE TUNE “SHUI DIAO GE TOU: SONG OF WATER”
“I dance / with my shadow and know it is still good / to be in this world.”
TO THE TUNE “MEI HUA YIN: PRELUDE OF PLUM BLOSSOMS”
“If your heart is left behind, / what keeps twisting your eyebrows like a lock? / Wind flaps the boat curtain, bending a wisp of fishing lamp.”
Baroque Silence
“As fog entwines with fog, / so Bach weaves into the rooftops of Paris / on a day of rain”
Dieter with the Tulips, Munich, 1984 (Nan Goldin)
“Of all the portraits, this. Spare / morning, Garden of Eden. Apples, / tulips, butter-knife and the body / terrified of separation, / from God—no, of separation.”
[I saw how, once connected, we made a shape]
“and the shape had a name though not / in a language we know, which is different / from a language one speaks. A language one / speaks has form.”
In another life, I’m sure we’re two frogs on a leaf
“一日三秋, three autumns in a sunrise, the first sunrise in three autumns. I miss you. / Yes, let the imagery head home. Yes, the light pins itself to your cheek.”
an attempt to gather rosebuds
“As if one could determine the quality of a place by the type of flowering / tree outside the window where one most writes.”
GHAZAL FOR HELEN
“The metaphor of oil is tiresome unless one has spent a life / Taxed and retaxed in the currency of oceans’ mezzotinted oil”
American Highway
“We’re driving / through a desert that used to be a park, used to be lake, swamp, hiding place. / We’re on the run. It’s a movie.”
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.