Medium

Sarah Sunfire

Sarah Sunfire

·

Nov 5

Crisis Amidst Our Burgeoning Triumph

Before I go anywhere here I need to say that if Mississippi flips, there will not be a celebration possibTility grand enough! I tried to…

a desk supporting a laptop and also sundry items: a cute crocheted purple octopus looking on with curiosity, a pen, a few clear plastic shelves filled with even sundrier items, a glimpse of a crotcheted M3gan doll, a flier with a QR code, and a magnetic phone charger.

Sarah Sunfire

·

Oct 25

You Can See Most Of It

Because the movie wasn’t anything like any other movie I was mercifully too pulled in twisted around and merged with the collective…

A bridge with the word “Penis” written in black sharpie on its railing, the “i” dotted with a heart.

Sarah Sunfire

·

Sep 20

Overwhelm.

By the time we left San Fransisco, I was terrified of rainstorms. Your cruelest words came back to me when thunder struck, sharp as though…

The poem “Il Pleut” by Guillaume Apollinaire (1918), the words falling in vertical streaks to give the impression of rainfall.

Sarah Sunfire

·

Jul 21

Is this the Summer of Ignoring Deadlines?

Start reading now, especially the novels, Professor told us on the Fourth of July. I dutifully ordered every book, started one, then in the…

Cover photo depicting a sunset, or perhaps sunrise, over a darkened streetscape

Sarah Sunfire

·

Jul 18

Black Skies, Hot Rain

Smoke raising our heart-rates gives way to a torrential storm and I walk home from the CVS with my dress soaked through, you can see my…

Sarah Sunfire

·

Jul 5

We Once Were America’s Youth

We together on blankets over the grass, the three of us, close enough to the fireworks that the shells rained down on us after each…

LOVE, each letter written in sparkler fireworks, against a sunset backdrop

Sarah Sunfire

·

Jun 28

When the Sunset Was Ours

I don’t remember when or how we decided that the brighter the orange, the deeper the pink, the more shockingly beautiful the harbinger of…

Screenshot of the temperature in Milledgeville sometime in either the summer of 2024 or the summer of 2025, showing an ACTUAL TEMPERATURE of 100 degrees F.

Sarah Sunfire

·

Jun 14

Should I Have Asked Permission?

I’d never write so anyone could identify you. But in the years of writing about you, sometimes to you, but mostly about you, and often far…

A partially open notebook with a sticker of a black and white sketch on the cover. Cryptic phrases like “the demands” and “wrong about” and dramatic ones like “I require you” are visible on the handwritten pages.

Sarah Sunfire

·

Jan 25

You with me? Can we talk about it?

I have several drafts of Medium-bursts I’ve been sitting on because I’m currently in the midst of evaluating my relationship to the space…

Red, white, and blue flowers (presumably fake) blooming in a trashcan, shackled to another trashcan that’s empty and surrounded by dead leaves.

Sarah Sunfire

·

Nov 27, 2025

A drunk couple told me to send that email

I will never know if they were on vacation in SF together or if they hooked up at the hotel bar but they asked me what the conference was —…

Sarah Sunfire

Sarah Sunfire

Me: New Orleans native, lived around, obsessed with regional cultures. This space: Poems-ish, Fiction-ish, TMI-Nonfictionish, who even knows.

Following

Help

Status

About

Careers

Press

Blog

Store

Privacy

Rules

Terms

Text to speech