Sadee Bee

@sadeebee.bsky.social

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They/Them. Writer. Artist. Book Lover, Queer, Emotional Mess, and Chai addict. https://sadeebee.com/pages/links

At times, she could not separate the wrath of Keres trom the wrath that already existed within her. It crawled, always just beneath her skin, begged for something to sink its teeth into. from The Reaper by Sadee Bee Now Available for Preorder from Laughing Man House Publications Get yours at Imhpub.com
sex scenes that don't suck a workshop with singer joy this workshop explores techniques for better writing about, through, and around sex in prose. july 26 2p.m. est tickets: $10-$25 sliding scale available at ko-fi/fifthwheelpress
what is your utopia? a workshop with lysz flo this workshop explores utopia through world-building, offering participants a generative poetry workshop as the engine and as examples to form this world. july 17 6p.m. est tickets: $10-$25 sliding scale available at ko-fi/fifthwheelpress
poetry as montage a workshop with evelyn bauer by studying the effects and basics of montage in film, this generative workshop will parse how both poetry and film play with space, time, and dialectics between different images. july 14 6p.m. est tickets: $10-$25 sliding scale available at ko-fi/fifthwheelpress
queer cornucopia a workshop with alison lubar and sean hanrahan fruit has fed us, body and mind, ever since we crawled out of the ocean. join queer writers alison lubar and sean hanrhan for a generative writing workshop focused on our relationship to fruit. july 2 7 p.m. est tickets: $10-$25 sliding scale available at ko-fi/fifthwheelpress
life beyond the real a workshop with ern rivera this generative workshop will explore various examples of speculative memoir with a focus on marginalized voices. june 28th 5:30pm EST tickets: $10-$25 sliding scale available at ko-fi/fifthwheelpress
A collection of images containing art by Sadee Bee
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
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”
A woman suspending in a group of trees. Mushrooms grow from her back and vines flow from her hair.
A pink hand holding a blue skull wearing a crown of plumerias
“Someone had so thoroughly erased these events, that they may as well have not happened at all. Amara believed she knew everything there was to know about the world, now she understood that she only knew what she was told. What her creators needed her to know, to believe in, in order for her to do their bidding. She was never as free as she presumed herself to be.”
“Bodies were strewn across the streets and sidewalks, most of them charred beyond recognition. Countless buildings were now rubble due to the explosions. The sight took Amara’s breath away. Innocent people were dead because of the Sacred Scales and now she was helping them.”
An illustration of a woman’s body lying on a patterned carpet in front of a tv. The woman’s head is a cracked egg that is spilling out onto the carpet. The wall behind the tv features wallpaper of poppy flowers. In the tv screen is the reflection of the woman’s body on the floor