The Tennis Ball

poetry
  When I return to the dog, the first thing I see is the teeth. And then the dog disappears. But the teeth remain. Bared. Bereft of dog. The bared…

The Hooligan Present

Fiction
  Simon Bettendorf, a motor-mouth grill cook and chronic history major, had no intention of taking up with a Lead Belly’s server or helping her mother to die, but he…

Mercy

Fiction
  Hector and I ride out from the slat-ribbed herd to find the lost cow. Morning lies red against the distant range. As the minutes pass the sky deepens, blue…

Finding Dashwani

Fiction
  Ok. I killed Dashwani. There is no argument or mitigation. I took the toss from O’Conn, a perfect little underhand flip, put my foot on second, cut a neat…

Second Eden

Fiction
  1841 It is evening by the time you arrive at Second Eden: the sun has just set, and there is a nip in the air that presages the autumn…

New Issue’s Here

Announcements
Salamander #40 is here--in the mail to subscribers and available at selected bookstores. We wish you great summer reading, and feel free to be in touch with us either by…