The Land of Cockaigne

poetry
                          after the painting by Pieter Bruegel   The table is always set. We can eat our way through anything. Memory and desire silence the squeals of the slaughtered— never…

The Beggars

poetry
                          after the painting by Pieter Bruegel   Travel is travail the shortest trek is turmoil Mother Earth holds us close so low there is nothing we don’t look up…

Villain

poetry
translated from the Chinese by Fiona Sze-Lorrain   A villain can’t be someone concrete. A villain can be a neighbor, but not mine can be a leader, but not yours…

Salamander 2018 Fiction Contest Winners

Announcements
  Matthew Dougherty is the winner of the 2018 Salamander Fiction Contest with his story "Tokoloshe," and Heather De Bel is the second-place winner with her story "Listening to Birds."   Of the…

Salamander Fiction Contest 2018 Results

Winner Matthew Dougherty, “Tokoloshe” Second Place Heather De Bel, “Listening to Birds” Finalists Kelle Groom, “A Beginners Guide to Hieroglyphs” Kate Lister Campbell, “Boiling Out” Bridgette Shade, “Lifespan of a…

The Lesson

poetry
  Snakes in the tall grass, sprinklers ticking the first time he forced my head underwater.   I counted seconds in the blue, planetary flecks on the concrete wall underwater.…

The Lesson

poetry
  Snakes in the tall grass, sprinklers ticking the first time he forced my head underwater.   I counted seconds in the blue, planetary flecks on the concrete wall underwater.…

Coyote

poetry
  The scavenger coyotes come at hunters’ shots. My father relates these snippets on the drive to a refuge for an afternoon walk.   I notice, on the middle seat…

Augur of Time

poetry
The will of the tine shall break the soil into lines of seed   seeds   small as beads of sweat   to roll   & neaten our broken soil                    to rise from…

Lucky Penny

poetry
  All day, blue mustangs of clouds charge from west to east, unfinished bodies over us. Though they aren’t animals,   we are, and see equine jawbones in the vapors,…

from Audiology

poetry
  My brain can barely fathom him at all. After the usual kiss, he fades away. But when I wake him he wants me to stay so I do.  He…

Asylum Lake

poetry
  Off the path: the demolished hospital’s littered ravine. Single yellow bricks stamped: Standard Steel, West Branch. Broken plates, the bottom of a mug. Jars, jars, jars, like larvae emerging…