We are Traveling Through Dark
at Tremendous Speeds.
by Sarah Sadie
"You would see she exists "
"Middle-aged, middle-class, middle-western. Flyover territory. The long stretch through the pitted field. Potential comic interest. Unlikely antonym of central. Closer to muddle. The soup, the swamp, the undefined."
"Where I live the streets are designed to curl and confuse. There are no easy intersections and the landscape begins to wild. I post links to my poems online and stick them into occasional small magazines."
Sarah Sadie (Sarah Busse) blogs at Sermons from the Mound (patheos.com). Her poetry has received the Council for Wisconsin Writers’ Niedecker and Posner Prizes, and a Pushcart Prize. Her collection, Somewhere Piano, was published in 2012 by Mayapple Press. She teaches at the University of Iowa Summer Writing Festival, and online at the Loft. She writes occasional #sexyvoterhaiku and is currently one of two Poets Laureate of Madison, Wisconsin, where she lives with her husband and two children.