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Three
​by Sarah J. Sloat

When the Ponds Were New

When the ponds were new it was so strange that I could think of nothing but snow moving slowly about with misty creatures, giants travelling no road passing no house and in my way, I crossed deep on a level elsewhere and sleigh-bells bent down bristling with a forlorn note

Vessels

Like stranded vessels. Trust a good elsewhere. And commit to uncertainties. But Confucius said, we know what we know, and we know, that anxiety is a frontier.

Our Life

Our life is made up of petty improvements, a baboon is tinkering upon railroads, a man is walking in his sleep
Collaged erasures from Thoreau, Henry David. (1854) Walden.​Reprint, Princeton, NJ: Princeton University Press, 1971.

Sarah J. Sloat
Sarah J. Sloat splits her time between Frankfurt and Barcelona, where she works in news. Her work has appeared in The Offing, Shenandoah and Diagram, among other journals. Her book Hotel Almighty was published in 2020 by Sarabande Books, which will publish a second collection of Sarah’s in 2025.

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