Thanks for being here.

Welcome to Consonance. This space is as much about repetition, harmony, and pattern as it is about the churn, clash, and ache. My writing is usually wrestled from unknowing, sometimes caught up on a gust of delight, and always tuned to those co-existing truths: consonance; dissonance.

Each month, you’ll receive an essay or poem(s) in your inbox, along with a curation of what I’ve been listening to and reading or watching. Paid subscribers (thanks, Dad!) receive my undying love, original unpublished poems each month, and the full archive. In a time when soul is hard to find, I’m glad you’ve found yourself here.

I’m Sarah, a Midwest-raised, Pacific Northwest-based sentient being at a keyboard.

Sometimes I get outside to eat produce, hike, or stare at bugs skittering across a stream. My work with displaced peoples at the local and global level, my obsession with artists like Anna Tivel, and my evolving grapplings with faith inform this space and account for some of the dissonance floating around here. I hold (with baffled gratitude) an M.F.A. in Creative Writing from Seattle Pacific University. Track down my work in Ekstasis by Christianity Today, Collision Literary Magazine, Reformed Journal, Clayjar Review, Solum Press, and partnered with visual artists in Portland, Oregon’s annual Ekphraestival.