It came from Sarah McGill

Sarah McGill’s story “A Yellow Landscape” was published in Metaphorosis on Friday, 5 April 2019. I wrote “A Yellow Landscape” after reading Gaston Bachelard’s The Poetics of Space, which is a series of gorgeous essays on physical space in poetry. I was caught by his descriptions of a house as a very physical and yet deeply symbolic shell around the self. The protagonist of “A Yellow Landscape” moves around a house that is not her …

A Yellow Landscape – Sarah McGill

I dream of vast landscapes. The distance bends like cotton on a washing line or a rabbit vanishing down a hole. In my dream, women come, carrying brutally tined forks. Their hands crook around their bodies and somehow they are monstrous and too big. I walk, and I think I’m looking for a better landscape. Or only another landscape. This place is too wide and I pool borderless across it. A woman draws her fork …

A question for Sarah McGill

Q: Do you live near where you were born? Have you traveled much?

A: I generally live far away from the Twin Cities where I was born – the furthest away was New Zealand. Most recently, over the summer I lived in northern Minnesota, which was closer to Canada than really anything else. I do travel quite a lot. The whole family picked up and moved to New Zealand for six months when I was a sophomore in high school. At the time High School Musical was very popular and I spent a lot of time explaining that that wasn’t really an accurate representation of American high school or America in general. I also decided I didn’t like wearing a uniform, even if it was a kilt. But they do have golden kiwis, which are better than regular kiwis and one day I’ll go back, if only to eat golden kiwis again.


Sarah McGill’s story “A Yellow Landscape
in Metaphorosis Friday, 5 April 2019.
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About Sarah McGill

Sarah McGill has been a tour guide in Ohio, a student in New Zealand, a stage manager in New York, and a canoe outfitter in Minnesota. Her favorite time and place is post-revolution France at the height of the Death Cabarets through the end of the Grand Guignol, mostly because the bohemians really did walk their alligators in the rose gardens and pretend hydropathes were Canadian animals whose feet were made into drinking glasses. She wishes she knew how to sail and had more cats.

Sarahmcgillwrites.com, @sarahmcgillwrit


Sarah McGill’s story “A Yellow Landscape
in Metaphorosis Friday, 5 April 2019.
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