Sarah Sadie locates herself in the middle of the USA and occasionally in otherworlds as well. Online, she blogs the intersections of theology and poetry at Sermons from the Mound. An editor as well as writer, her poems appear in places such as Literary Mama, Midwestern Gothic, and the Mom Egg, to name a few. Her life consists of kids, gods and poems, not necessarily in that order.
The local tour guide believes in leather boots with wide toes. Sturdy soles. Protein for breakfast.
The young sailor said he would give me a modicum of love if I let him use my body as a harbor.
The ticket seller would prefer to meet the guests outside, order them shortest to tallest, take the most boisterous by the hand.
The skull-like villa lost / in a garden of dreams, / so seem the isle’s cimitero: ...
So here is the brief life / of men: what follows / went before of / that we know / nothing
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