Volume 8 (Fall 2014)

Sarah J. Sloat

Headache, Amen

The magnificent is so yesterday

we hardly look at it anymore.

The luminous ruin of the ocean: a shipwreck in itself.

I would like to tumble from the house into a clarity

of pear trees, walk from wood

to rot to squalor.

That storyline does not get old.

I would like desire to come to me

because I can not

go to it, not in this condition.

Sarah J. Sloat grew up in New Jersey but has lived for many years in Germany, where she works in news. Her poems have appeared in publications like Court Green, RHINO, and Hayden's Ferry Review, and her most recent chapbook, Inksuite, was published by Dancing Girl Press in 2013.

On Libations: In the summer I like a cool puddle of Sauvignon Blanc. It's the Catherine Deneuve of whites - aloof, aglow, best drunk with lipstick. It goes well with pâté. It breaks drought. It always improves my French pronunciation.