County Fair
Tuesday, you said, was the easiest night to sneak into the county fair. We hid our bikes in the woods and crawled between the Ferris Wheel and a bounce…
Expedition Notes 13
[a survival guide] I’m learning to collect poisonous plants to help preserve what little food I have left. In my small hollow a few inches of edible leaves…
Etruscan Vase
If only I could speak. Other mouths can. What speech I have, I have in languid length of arm— a slow reaching, ++turn so slight given to tendril, hole-and-corner,…
The New Metaphysics
Intelligence is a hay rick shining in the sun. Pitchfork it up and find Bethlehem moldering and damp, beetles scuttling, and an underlife that tries to explain things. …
On Jane Cooper’s “The Green Notebook”
There are 64 panes in each window of the Harrisville church where we sit listening to a late Haydn quartet. Near the ceiling clouds build up, slowly brightening, then…
Paint on Clay: Homage to the Mimbres
A brave people, who sat up straight in the grave, with only this perforated sacred bowl to protect their heads from the sad hail of dirt clods dropped by…
Intensest Rendezvous, On Encountering a Friend with Little Time
for Mark Green This is therefore the intensest rendezvous. It is in that thought that we collect ourselves, Out of all the indifferences, into one thing. --Wallace Stevens …
2016 Pushcart Nominations
Salamander is so pleased to announce our 2016 nominations for the Pushcart Prize: Poetry: Asnia Asim: "Who Are You, Brother?" (forthcoming in issue #41) Gail Mazur: "On Jane Cooper's…
Salamander Fiction Contest 2015 Results
Winner Mary LaChapelle, "Floating Garden" Honorable Mention John Mauk, "Hooligan Present" Finalists J. Bowers, “Based On A True Story” Tina Egnoski, “Do You Believe?” Erica Eisen, “Second Eden” Cary Groner,…
Preference
"I no longer love blue skies. In fact, I now prefer grey skies. The drones do not fly when the skies are grey," Zubair, a 13 year-old Pakistani boy…
What I Might Have Done
Sleek starlings flying low over whitecaps on the bay remind me of Ortygia, so far from where I am, exactly where I wish to stroll the white stones of…