Sadee Bee

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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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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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Cover is an art piece by Sadee Bee depicting a deep blue portrait in the bottom right corner, with long, lighter blue hair flowing upwards to the top left of the piece. The hair is entwined with small, bright red and yellow bugs.

Cover is an art piece by Sadee Bee depicting a deep blue portrait in the bottom right corner, with long, lighter blue hair flowing upwards to the top left of the piece. The hair is entwined with small, bright red and yellow bugs.

🕷 HAPPY RELEASE DAY TO SADEE BEE'S MY HURT SHALL DEVOUR YOU 🕷

🕷 In @sadeebee.bsky.social own words, this is a collection exploring the thin line between love, lust, anger, and hate. It is a queer, genderless expression of what it means to want to love and to want to be free. 🕷

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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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!

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A photo collage of 60+ book covers accompanied by the following text: kith est 2022 trans, queer, and disabled owned and operated submissions always welcome wim@kithbooks.com the funny little press making funny little books

a picture of the cover of My Hurt Shall Devour You by Sadee Bee against all pink and blue sky background, with four yellow phrases surrounding it, "the thin line between love & hate", "intrinsically queer", "unflinching, unyielding", "reminiscent of Emily Dickinson" Cover is an art piece by Sadee Bee depicting a deep blue portrait in the bottom right corner, with long, lighter blue hair flowing upwards to the top left of the piece. The hair is entwined with small, bright red and yellow bugs.

pre-orders open! releases July 10th, 2025 dogleechbooks.carrd.co

Dandelion Seeds I am not what you need. I am not. Anything. At all. You stand before, an amalgamation of your desires. Wrapped up in this vessel, made of wispy Dandelion seeds. Shifting as the wind blows. I am nothing but, a lilt on the breeze. An eternal wish, suspended beneath the sun. Do not wish for me.

I am a Contagion I will drag you in / bring you down / into my nightmare / depths of me / are vicious / yet / you long / to know them / beg / to see / this inky blackness / resting / inside me / it will / devour you / whole / consume all / that you are / You will / become / my deepest fears / I am a contagion / loving me / Will destroy you /

💛 My Hurt Shall Devour You by Sadee Bee (@sadeebee.bsky.social)💛

Coming at you July 10th, annnnd PRE-ORDERS OPEN NOW! See our website to secure your copy 💪

💛 Annnnd, as a special preview, here are two of this collection's poems, "I am a Contagion" and "Dandelion Seeds" 💛

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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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Epidemic There is no male loneliness—without males—an epidemic—of masculinity—scorning each other —in search—of power. For companionship—sought—without conquest—is fruitless. War seeks—vulnerability—as a hawk—seeks—a mouse—in a field. It hunts—to take—not to—integrate—nor to build—an alliance. A famine of the spirit—the heart—from continually curated—visions—of being—on top. This—is not—loneliness—but isolation—of self. None—will reach—over—the dividing line—they built—themselves. — Sadee Bee

Just remembered I can share #poems and #poetry whenever I want.

Not What the Gods Made Sadee Bee red and black striped snakes lash out from the face of a purple skinned woman with a shock of red flowers for hair. In the background, a rolling sheet of dark cloud against a lavender sky. text: Let my bones be the foundation / Allow my blood to seal this chamber / My muscle to fortify its walls / This skin will be a tapestry / of the past / There is no moving forward / without letting go /

"I am not / what the Gods built /
Oh, no / I have become so much more /"
- Sadee Bee, Not What the Gods Made
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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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Come join to celebrate the release of My Hurt Shall Devour You At Moonstone!

July 11th we will have readings from local poets and myself. Hope to see you there!

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My Hurt Shall Devour You (PRE-ORDER, print copy) | moth eaten mag & dogleech books My Hurt Shall Devour You is a poetry chapbook exploring the thin line between love, lust, anger, and hate. It is gut-punching, lyrical and in-your-face. Sadee Bee achieves a collection of queer, gende...

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