Sarah J. Sloat


The glass holding rose water is tinged pink,
as in anemia, as in an infirmary.

A nurse stirs rice on a stove
by the snow window.

A room with one cot can be world enough.

Stranger, once

I gave up all my earthly goods
so my blood could go traveling.

Sarah J. Sloat

Sarah J. Sloat grew up in New Jersey, and after university lived in China, Kansas and Italy. For the last 15 years, she's lived in Germany, where she works for a news agency. Sarah's poetry has appeared in Third Coast, Rhino and Juked, among other publications. Her favorite poets include Norman Dubie and Vasko Popa.