And in Geographies of Soul and Taffeta (Indolent Books).
Sunday, March 1, 2020
WE KNEW HOW #poem We waited for our laptops to recognize our sovereignty. Were comforted by a lavender mist ... #decomp #SarahSarai
And in Geographies of Soul and Taffeta (Indolent Books).
Thursday, February 13, 2020
poems that dance on a faultline... @Mistress_Tweet on #That Strapless Bra in Heaven ...Mary Meriam-reviews #poems
Thank you, Mary, although I'm really not erudite. I simply remember
books I read in college. Sarah
Reviewed in the United States on February 9, 2020
Reviewed in the United States on February 9, 2020
Sarah Sarai throws her balls of erudition in the air and juggles them into poems that dance on a faultline between frolic and rage. What does “that strapless bra in heaven” represent? It’s a subversive, underwire, feminist image: breasts free of straps, comfortably supported, floating like angels. It’s also a lesbian image: a symbol of
pink and lacy bliss. “Who wouldn’t want to spend millennia / in a fine female breast?” Sarai asks queer questions and answers them in a dazzling milieu of her own creation. No one writes like Sarah Sarai.
Friday, February 7, 2020
Like That Strapless Bra! @ https://www.facebook.com/thatstraplessbra/ #poems #poetrycollection
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That Strapless Bra in Heaven (Kelsay Books) is Sarah Sarai's third book and second full-length poetry collection. Click on the link to order. $14!
The Facebook page includes:
- A complete list of poem titles!
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Poems in Strapless were first published in Prelude, Boston Review, Posit, Ethel, Barrow Street, Zocalo Public Square, Oddball, Birds Fall Silent in the Mechanical Sea, Quiddity, Isacoustic, SWWiM, and many other fine journals.
Monday, February 3, 2020
Relive those parties where every bottle was uncorked... "After and Sometimes" #poem
After and Sometimes
Relive those parties where every bottle was uncorked and
passed around and everyone smoked everything, double-
checked each auto’s glove box for at least a Sherman or
a roach. And you left with exactly the wrong woman who
was exactly the right one, if only for less than twelve hours.
And not everyone was anything, not white, employed,
focused. And all had self-righteous halos of wild hair
imperfect as a precisely imprecise stitch in a Persian rug.
You had fun. We all did. It had become more possible.
Sarah Sarai. Stonewalls' Legacy: A Poetry Anthology. Hidden Gems Press., Ed. Rusty Rose & Marc Rosen. 2019.
photo. Sarah Sarai. Madison Square Park.
photo. Sarah Sarai. Madison Square Park.
Thursday, January 30, 2020
"this poet is tuned in to the idiosyncratic and has something to say about it" - review of Strapless
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Poet Sarah Sarai knows how to make a line zing,
grab your attention, shock you a little or a lot, and make you
laugh. All in one stanza. That is no small feat. This poet is very tuned in to
the idiosyncratic and has something to say about it. Actually, a lot to say. "My
mood is London longing for a blue sky. I take the Hudson River as my lover, /
the Southwest as my comforter, Mount Shasta as my tomb. Who wouldn’t want to
spend millennia in a fine female breast? …” from her book THAT STRAPLESS BRA IN
HEAVEN where life IS a train wreck. But Sarai gets past all that with other
train wrecks, from other lives, from history, near and far, from myths and
legends, from the wake-up call of a weary friend: “One morning he pulled me
aside, to advise I never check myself into Bellevue.” This is poetry on
acid with a twist of real. You have to be wide open to rap lines the way
Sarai does. The book is lyrical, musical, unforgiving. I’m not suggesting this
poet is heartless. Not by any stretch. She just keeps the soft and mushy under wraps, giving us a
peek, here and there. Because she’s an original. Very highly recommended.
Susan Tepper is author of, most recently, the novel
What Drives Men (Wilderness House).
photo: The East River. Taken by Sarah Sarai.
Thursday, January 23, 2020
Peril #52 of Having a Mother #poem #Stonewall #mothers #sex
Peril #52 of Having a Mother
Alois talked up
fastidious habits he
observed while engaged
in love's excitations.
Bus drivers on Haight
were clued in, shop clerks,
everyone in a radius knew
his pride of ownership.
I wish Mom talked sex
as much as he did.
I know lots about travels of the spirit.
I'm sort of mental.
May I take off my clothes.
observed while engaged
in love's excitations.
Bus drivers on Haight
were clued in, shop clerks,
everyone in a radius knew
his pride of ownership.
I wish Mom talked sex
as much as he did.
I know lots about travels of the spirit.
I'm sort of mental.
May I take off my clothes.
That’s a prayer.
May I take off my clothes,
roll about and know the cloud of unknowing.
Sweetie, it wants to be known, don’t you think?
Sarah Sarai. Stonewalls' Legacy: A Poetry Anthology. Hidden Gems Press., Ed. Rusty Rose & Marc Rosen. 2019.
Friday, January 17, 2020
“Darwinian Arguments for the Quick Grab" #poem
On the Shelving Cart
“Pictorial Archive of Female Touch”
“Freud’s How-To: Volume IX
of the Academy of Futile Investigations”
“Library of Geological Curiosity: Female Orgasm
Challenges to the Richter Scale”
“Proceedings of the Society for Sensual Revelation”
“Darwinian Arguments for the Quick Grab”
“Theoretical Orgasm: A Position Paper”
“Real Deal Orgasm: Authentications”
“Paradigms of Necessary Ecstasy”
“Tendencies to Colonize the Cunt”
“No Longer that Rare Rapture:
An Expository Essay”
“Inner Thigh Love in the Early Middle Ages”
“Your Porous Skin So Hungry”
“Mechanical Schemata for Quickies”
“Rounded Hip on Rounded Hip:
A Cartographer’s Dream”
“Universal Primer on Teaching Touch”
“Finger-probing Vaginal Regions and
Other Investigatory Bliss”
“Stately Pleasure Domes”
“Love’s Globalization: Sacred Texts on
Orgasm as Universal Verity”
“Venture Capitalism: Artifact of
Nothing in Contrast to Women Sighing”
“American Medical Association’s
Acknowledgement of the Embodied
Ache for Pleasure”
“The Atlas of Female and Non-binary
Explorations in a New World”
“American Medical Association
Addendum: Immeasurable
Possibilities of Gratification”
“I Married a Vagina: An Inside Story”
“Big: America Awakens”
“Expansionists Praise Ample Regions of Flesh”
“Vag on Vag: We Happy”
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Sarah Sarai. Sinister Wisdom: The Lesbian Body Issue, Fall 2017
Saturday, January 4, 2020
if you suffer sensitivity to shellfish, fishy smells, fish scales . . .
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Bajo Manhattan Block Set, Maisonette.com |
Do Not Take This Medication . . .
If you are prone to choking, choke when prone,
smell gas, pass gas, are gas lit in the gaslight
of a dark night; suffer sensitivity to shellfish,
fishy smells, fish scales, practicing scales,
scaling a climb-wall, toy towns built to scale,
that youth who can’t come out of their shell,
oh, that’s you; if you are allergic to all-beef patties,
Peppermint Patty, Patty Hearst, an Irishman
named Paddy, Patty Duke, the Patty Duke of Earl,
duking it out with some schmuck. Do not take
This Medication if allergic to flu shots, recently flew,
fear wearable software with a virus. Do no use
software at the dinner table. Only flatware.
—Sarah Sarai, First Literary Review East, Nov. 2019
Wednesday, October 2, 2019
'The Great Mute Who Is Almighty' & 'The Shiny You Have Missed' - 2 prose poems now in Unbroken
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| from The Met Museum collection |
'The Great Mute Who Is Almighty' & 'The Shiny You Have Missed' - two prose poems - are on Unbroken.
Thanks to editors Dale Wisely, Howie Good, and Laura Gregory for selecting these two and for a sophisticated presentation.
I wrote about Julian Bond's chance encounter which enabled the first all Black delegation from Georgia to participate in the Democratic Convention on this blog. Here. (Re: The Great Mute Who Is Almighty). Read both poems.
Sunday, September 22, 2019
"This Poem and Joan Crawford" #poem by Sarah Sarai in @ghostcitypress
“This Poem and Joan Crawford”is in Ghost City Review.
You gotta read it to believe it. Thank you.
& watch for my new collection, That Strapless Bra in Heaven. December 1 from Kelsay Books.
Wednesday, July 24, 2019
Jaws - The Exorcist: #poem
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| You're gonna need a bigger boat. |
Family
My three siblings are older than I am.
The biggest Russian doll who
contains we younger is Jean,
and it is with her I saw the movie Jaws.
For The Exorcist I just went along with
a loose assemblage, friends of friends.
That’s what you do with movies,
you see them, even if it’s the first
day and you are blithe as a donut on
an oblong tray at Winchell’s.
If the Vatican set up a table in
the theater lobby like Seventh Day
Adventists in the subways I’d have
signed up for a catechism class on
the spot. That was some scary shit.
One time Jean sent me a clipping from
the San Francisco Examiner.
Two sisters, 76 and 82ish, lived together
on Nob Hill until the older murdered
the younger. Watch your back, kid,
Jean printed in the margin.
I knew Jaws was going to be epic,
am unsurprised by this future of
plastic predators-of-the-seas rising from
bubble baths on Saturday Night Live.
But when the shark leapt from an
endless ocean of lost whalers, Jean
and me, we screamed, we shrieked,
we grabbed each other’s hands.
Before and after Jaws I have known terror.
That was the only time I ever held my sister’s hand.
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Sarah Sarai. Published in Geographies of Soul and Taffeta (Indolent Books), 2016.
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