Salamander 2024 Fiction Contest

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Streetside San Antonio

poetry
  In the afternoons, a girl and a woman together below a crepe of pecan trees / corniced rises, the city like a box of mud around them / seething…

Milk Gap

poetry
  Their udders were so bloated a thorn might have slayed them. Sidestepping their own stiff tits, the cows hustled & hurtled   through the doorway, a barge of skull…

Etymologies

Memoir
  The universal principle of etymology in all languages: words are carried over from bodies and from the properties of bodies to express the things of the mind and spirit.…

When the Rabbits Come

poetry
  At night I think about my father— how he no longer tends all the plants in his garden.   I wonder if in his blueprints   he draws our…

Dermatillomania

poetry
  No need for an appointment, crisis will erupt without you, another loud melancholy.   Stop picking your skin, pulling hair. Your mother would say stop that   you’ll leave…

Jigsaw

poetry
  Your mother tells me how her own mother always talked when she did jigsaw puzzles,   pushing the pieces in and muttering “I’ll make you fit” under her breath.…

Winter on Cape Cod

poetry
  everyone i lived with is either dead or has since been reborn. on the cape sober houses flank summer homes. august women reek of moisture and diamonds. i know…

November Theory

poetry
  God it’s cold but not so cold that I would rather be asleep. I just want a little quiet and a lot of money, hallelujah. Now I am a…

November Pastoral

poetry
  How we love: by taking another name into our mouth and swallowing it   for safekeeping. By softening at a touch the way dusk dissolves the city,   bodies…

electric lemon

poetry
  You know the story He became the rain Then a roaring fire Face impassive Flames licking warm & thick & ferocious The furl of his shirt in hot air…

pain

poetry
  is a convenience: we say fish don’t feel it. catch   a trout by its lip & leave a hook there, boil   a lobster alive & think steam,…

halloween poem

poetry
  two crows have landed on the roof of the applebee’s, so it must be   halloween. for crows are the spookiest bird & applebee’s is the spookiest place  …