Salamander 2024 Fiction Contest

SUBMIT: May 1 through June 2, 2024 | READING FEE: $15

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poetry
Small creature running through the burning grass, you will be of use. In the old language, there was nothing but simple words, (mousescratch, mousesniff) yet everything was accounted for. Your…

Advice

poetry
  Small creature                   running through the burning grass,         you will be of use. In the old language,                   there was nothing but simple words,                  …

Jerusalem As a Second Language

Fiction
Jerusalem For Asher, a time of confusion, a time of desire. One month, and he had yet to kiss Galina, yet to hold her hand. Their most intimate moments were…

Iphigenia in Baltimore

Fiction
Sing to me, oh Muse, of Beatrice Fleck, thirty-six-year-old virginal fourth-grade teacher, strongest woman alive, and covert writer of erotic novelettes. Unsullied not by choice but by the inscrutable designs…

The Narrow Road to the Monastery

poetry
Dear Lightning it was the lightning Lord that knocked the tall firs down One fir on either side Across the narrow road to the monastery / Trapping me there in…

The Stillness

poetry
Rolling across the lawn It sometimes stops me dead. My rolling girls stop too, knowing Something’s gone wrong again. One of them, I can’t remember who, Crawls through the grass…

Feldenkrais Class, Jerusalem

poetry
I think of David’s rod deep under Silwan— visions of Batsheva mouth to the earth: “Now turn on your right side without thinking of your right side.” My transplanted spine,…

Daffodil Waves

poetry
I. “The colline were covered in daffodils,” my Nonna tells me. II. Green grows yellow with swollen seeds. How suddenly they open releasing their egg yolk trumpets. III. I am…

A Ghazal: Intimations of Ghalib

poetry
Did I walk from his party, thirsty and dry? If I had quit drinking where was the Saqi? In one shaft, she has the two impaled. First my head, now…

Start My Day

poetry
Slate blue clouds, bare trees Standing sentinel: in the air A mild chill. What better day, Dear God, to be alive, to be still.