Sadee Bee

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Hey all! I’m trying something new this year. A print of the month club! Yes, I am also an artist. Consider checking it out. For five bucks a month you get a print mailed directly from me and other possible goodies!

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Thought Train #1 — Sadee Bee — fifth wheel press Sadee Bee (They/Them) is a queer artist and writer inspired by magic, strange dreams, and creepy vibes. Sadee is the Managing Editor for Sage Cigarettes Magazine and the author of Elgin Award-nomin...

New work out with @fifthwheelpress.bsky.social!!

Check out my piece and all the other wonderful work in Effervescent!

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hi humans of bluesky. we are worried we were perhaps unclear: @sadeebee.bsky.social's call is seeking ERASURE POETRY. we've loved reading other interpretations of this call, but they're not quite what we're after this time around!

Fantasy Magazine - issue 98 | Psychopomp Fantasy Magazine Issue 98 features work by: Eleanor Ball, Christian Emecheta, Sunwoo Jeong, Mateo Perez Lara, Tracie McBride, Eleanna Castroianni

reading that poem again 💖

All of Our Mothers are Dead by @eleanorball.bsky.social

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Sunday Snippets You could not erase me–could not take all–the parts–pieces–filling, and reduce them–to nothing. I would not–let you–consume me–inch by inch–until your fill was had. So–instead–you viewed me–spoiled–rancid. Devoid of–the flavor–you needed. Easier–to see me–all I am–as poison–than the–delicacy–you once–craved. Delicacy Sadee Bee Text is on a black background. In the bottom right corner, there is an image of a mouth, parted, showing the top and bottom row of teeth.

This week’s Sunday Snippet serves up Delicacy by @sadeebee.bsky.social

A sharp, visceral piece, it questions what happens when desire turns spoiled & what remains when someone refuses to be devoured.

Find it in Issue 4.

Friendly reminder submissions for Issue 5 are open until Sept 26!

demure? more like demonic [+ TikTok video notes] – tommy wyatt blake demure more like demonicDownload tommy wyatt blake (he/they) is the jester of popular culture and poet laureate of timefuckery. he’s the author of  DITCHLAPSE / [REALLY AFRAID]; NOW THAT&#821…

"demure? more like demonic [+ TikTok video notes]" by tommy wyatt blake (@tommywyattblake.bsky.social)

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Reflections by Sadee Bee

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Reflections Their dining room felt a thousand yards long. His ice-blue eyes bored into her like needles pricking her delicate skin. Words filled the air, his lips even moved, yet she heard none of them. All she c...

Reflections by Sadee Bee

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5 days until blog subs close! we'll be reopening at the end of sept for @sadeebee.bsky.social's "Erasing You" call and then again in november for @cavar.bsky.social's "Alterhuman/Multispecies" call, but this is your last chance to send unthemed work for a while!

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The 2025 Best of the Net Anthology is now live! Read work from this year's winners and see the full list of finalists here! bestofthenetanthology.com

I have been told over and over again, in so many ways, and in so many actions—that I am simply hard to love.

At what point do I stop believing it?

cover: A pink and black molotov cocktail on a background of blue. the title and authors name appear in a sharp peaked gothic font in white and black respectively. text: and at what point do i hold the power to grab the system by its clavicle and rupture back? poem after and undisclosed meme about my pronouns august 19th pre-orders are OPEN kithbooks.com

the following poem appears in a white rectangle on a pink background. ia black handled chef's knife is stabbed through the bottom edge, handle up and point down. text: poem for the cishet woman who says including transmasc people in “women’s” issues isn’t relatable to her personally this is a focus group. focus on identifying five things i can see, four i can touch. focus on the cursor as it slides over the camera button, switches it off. focus on the way she says i hope you don’t take this as offensive, but after i say the menopause website we’re all looking at doesn’t feel trans-friendly. recalibrate; losing focus. don’t focus on the way i feel, the way she doesn’t realize she swatted me down like an attack helicopter would fall if struck by such a blow. don’t focus on all twenty people who said nothing and kept talking about the hot pink web design. focus on the talking-to my boss says is coming for her. focus on the email from my other queer coworker sending love from her gay little corner of the world. focus on quitting this job in a few months, anyway. this is a focus group—focus on collecting my gift card compensation. focus on a future without cis nonsense.

the following poem appears in a white rectangle on a blue background. breaking up through the bottom edge of the image is the top half of a pink and black molotov cocktail poem from my deathbed i wish i had kicked. i wish i had screamed. i wish i had yelled the words fuck off far more, for so many more people deserved them. i wish i had carved they into my right breast, them into my left, and worn my deepest v-neck. i wish i had found a vessel for all this wrath before i came to lie here, listing it all off like this is confession and anyone who will listen is an eager- eared soothsayer on the other side of a partition. i wish being trans didn’t come with a side of people so uncomfortable with themselves, they have to project it onto others. i wish i didn’t have to shut up about it to maintain any modicum of respect the average cis person has for me. i wish i didn’t have to say i use any pronouns to dull the sting of a misplaced she. i wish anyone in office gave a damn, but they don’t. i wish the words enshrined protections extended to me, to us. i wish the fact weren’t, but it is.

a black handled, white bladed chef's knife, lies blade up on a pink background above the following text. text: A vibrant trans celebration, with gasoline is a Molotov thrown at heteropatriachy that ignites a vicious fire. Defiantly calling to attention ordinary and extraordinary transphobia, this collection bares its teeth at the world and refuses to take “no” for an answer. The author's succinct and biting language gives their anger a beautiful clarity that resonates beside their unending resolve for embodying trans joy. If apathy and despair are getting the better of you in these times, with gasoline is the fuel you need to rebirth your phoenix. Sarah Klein, author of Mast Cell Mathematics: A Chronic Illness Calculus with gasoline offers an explosive bouquet of occasional poems for uncommon times, whether after cruel executive orders, during frustrating focus group conversations, or perilous moments that demand one's survival instincts. Their poems’ propulsive engine is fueled by righteous anger, moral clarity, and political courage. raum takes aim at transphobes, billionaires, bootlickers, boomers, and milquetoast liberals alike—in other words becoming “your worst fucking nightmare”—to help us envision instead a future of trans liberation. Evelyn Berry, author of Grief Slut and T4T

nat raum pushes back against the sanitized polite, pliable, & otherwise "perfect" trans ideal deemed acceptable by society—if, and when, they are accepted at all—with poems that highlight the righteous, the cruel, and the ugly of existing in a cis het patriarchal world
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I have plenty of copies left from my event. If you would like a copy (shipped US), order here!!

First 16 orders receive a limited edition bookplate!!

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AHHHHHHH ITS RELEASE DAY!!!!

If you loved Hit Me Hard and Soft by Billie Eilish, you’re gonna love My Hurt Shall Devour You by Sadee Bee!!

Release day July 10!! @dogleechbooks.bsky.social

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Ekphrastic by Sadee Bee A StampFans Publication

I’m starting a StampFans! For just $3 you get a postcard featuring an art piece and one poem by me!

The first post card is already uploaded and ready to go!

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Love a fabulous contributor copy! Thank you @troublemakerfire.bsky.social!!

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So nervous and excited to share this!

My Hurt Shall Devour You, I a poetry collection I wrote in the final year of my marriage. From the emotional abuse, the invalidation, the DARVO, and the moment I chose to wake up and free myself.

So happy it has a home with @dogleechbooks.bsky.social

My Hurt Shall Devour You, is a poetry collection I wrote in the final year of my marriage. From the emotional abuse, the invalidation, the DARVO, and the moment I chose to wake up and free myself.

Preorder now!

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More praise for My Hurt Shall Devour You from @gr8earlofhell!! ““Fueled by endless need,” Sadee Bee’s collection My Hurt Shall Devour You delves into the abyss of what it means to be consumed by love. Anyone who has ever been called “too sensitive,” rejoice—Bee has you covered with a devotion, an obsession, an incantation so powerful, it would knock the average reader on their ass. Steep in their hurt, and let it devour you. — nat raum, author of this book will not save you and camera indomita”

More praise for My Hurt Shall Devour You from @gr8earlofhell.bsky.social!

Preorder today from @dogleechbooks.bsky.social!

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space neon neon space luna rey hall cover: a photo of a nebula colourized in pink and lavender. the title appears split have right side up, half upside down in a bold white futuristic font text: In this book, gender is transformed and painted in the brightest lavender, and the speaker must learn to escape the societal violence of labeling anything they fear enough to try and contain. hall is unafraid of fighting back, writing “…call me torrent, / downpour/ i snip…” This collection is a monsoon, flooding our expectations of gender. May no man in charge of our laws find peace in these pages; they were always meant to drown. Jason B. Crawford, author of YEET!

In space neon neon space, luna rey hall holds our eyes open—in public, in private, when we’d rather close them—and compels us to witness; the chafe of society on identity, the sharp provocation of sand into pearl.
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Poets! 2026 is the first chance you have to win a Nebula for poetry. 2025 poems can be added to the SFWA Nebula Reading List: www.sfwa.org/forum/reading/