Poetry

  • Katuba Atapar 

    Rounded homes made by agile handswhere the land is free – no fences. Children carrying toddlers as their own, dozens run to see the unfamiliar. Need…

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  • Grilled Rainbow Trout

    Death called my namesome time ago, asking for a gift I would notgive, words I would not whisper, ashes offeredto a mid-May sky, a girl…

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  • An Echo

    I offered my reflectiona simple kiss, it ripplesin return like blossomsfloating in the summer breeze, whispering fall.

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  • Untitled

    Where you go, you go nowhere.But the question dies with the outer shineThe summer ended, but not in my soulI yearn for spring, but it’s…

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  • 50 Shades of Spring

    Such an ecstasySpring is puffing and swelling on its rideLike a new bride, it tides melancholy from all the sidesPiling growth upon growth like wavesSpring…

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  • Garbage

    Ah! love, let us be trueTo one another! for this garbage, which seemsTo go like an end of a diseaseSo large, so filthy, so toxicHas…

Articles and Prose

  • Katuba Atapar 

    Rounded homes made by agile handswhere the land is free – no fences. Children carrying toddlers as their own, dozens run to see the unfamiliar. Need…

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  • Grilled Rainbow Trout

    Death called my namesome time ago, asking for a gift I would notgive, words I would not whisper, ashes offeredto a mid-May sky, a girl…

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  • An Echo

    I offered my reflectiona simple kiss, it ripplesin return like blossomsfloating in the summer breeze, whispering fall.

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  • Call for submissions: Ancient Future

    We are so excited to announce our 2026 Print Edition theme: ancient future We have collectively found ourselves in the midst of a polycrisis where…

  • Hiring Graphic Designer for SAGE’s 2026 Print Edition–Apply here!

    SAGE magazine is The Yale School of the Environment’s annual art & literary publication. This year’s theme is ancient future and we are looking to…

  • 2025 Print Edition

    Eclipsed Ecologies This year’s edition of SAGE revels in darkness — depths where life exists without light or creates light of its own. Dark ecologies…

  • Untitled

    Where you go, you go nowhere.But the question dies with the outer shineThe summer ended, but not in my soulI yearn for spring, but it’s…

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  • 50 Shades of Spring

    Such an ecstasySpring is puffing and swelling on its rideLike a new bride, it tides melancholy from all the sidesPiling growth upon growth like wavesSpring…

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  • Garbage

    Ah! love, let us be trueTo one another! for this garbage, which seemsTo go like an end of a diseaseSo large, so filthy, so toxicHas…

  • Your Plan?

    (After Ryszard Krynicki) You won’t feel the rise in temperatureYou won’t have to think about the extinct animalsYou won’t ponder over the plastic and its…

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  • R.I.P. Brickmover

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  • This Drop

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