saintlymirage

the book

everything was on fire, and she still answered emails by 9.

saintlymirage is a collection of poems written in the year before and after thirty: the year the armor cracked, the false gods fell, and something truer grew in the dark. in five movements, these pages trace the unglamorous work of becoming: the numbness, the spiral, the truce with the ghost, the scar that became the silhouette, and the moment the wound turns into a doorway for someone else.

lowercase, unflinching, and darkly funny. written in vintage dior over a broken rib, for anyone who smiles in every room and falls apart in the car after.

i

the battlegroundeverything was on fire and i still answered emails by 9.

ii

from the windowi stopped being the storm. i started watching it.

iii

let it stayi stopped fighting the ghost. now it pays rent.

iv

not cured, curatedthe scar became the silhouette.

v

east of edenfor whoever's still in the fire, i saved you a seat.

it does get easier. this book is the receipt.

three editions

pick your color.

same book, three covers. each one holds a single poem you won't find in the other two.

noir

of course you did.

for the ones who glow in the dark

bone

the quiet one. we see you.

for the ones who held when nothing else did

oxblood

dramatic. we love that for you.

for the ones who feel it all

from the margins

a few lines, before the rest.

everything was on fire and i still answered emails by 9.

i stopped being the storm. i started watching it.

i stopped fighting the ghost. now it pays rent.

for whoever's still in the fire, i saved you a seat.

it does get easier. this book is the receipt.

The noir, bone and oxblood editions of saintlymirage lying in window light

the launch

january 2027.

saintlymirage arrives in january 2027, in paperback, in three editions: noir, bone and oxblood.

the exact date goes to the list first.

get on the list

the list

be the first to know.

one email when the book is out. nothing else.

about the author

alejandra e. martínez grew up chasing the light in orange county and found her voice in the noise of new york. brooklyn is home now, though the pacific still calls.

she wrote these pages the year she turned thirty.

she started writing as saintlymirage when she couldn't say things out loud. now they're in print, which feels both brave and slightly unhinged.