Salamander 2024 Fiction Contest

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

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Solstice

poetry
  Snow falling outside means I can’t run from the knot in my jaw muscle, that root-deep twinge where my teeth meet their pained, swollen gum. I make bread and…

Shelter in Place

poetry
  The plums rained down on us, then the fireworks. We ordered a package and we took out the trash. We had pulled weeds all season, sprayed aphids, we had…

Elegy for the Polar Bear

poetry
  The blankness of the animal is profound or, no, a lack of blankness, a total   clarity of feature, her color particular and unnamable against   the snow whose…

God’s Receptionist

poetry
  after R.S. Gwynn   She takes the hundredth call of the day before banging her toe on the table which happens more than she cares to say. She yelps—longs…

Woman Looking at Two Big Black Hearts

poetry
  a sculpture by Jim Dine   Following the map, I find them— a pair of enormous black hearts,   faces, hammers, crumpled cans emerging from the surface,   as…

Self-Portrait as Kraken

poetry
  At one end, my tentacles are thicker than mainmasts, fine enough at the other to pen a too-sentimental plea in your captain’s log. If you release me and I…

Dis

poetry
  is the underworld, also a prefix to prefigure damnation atop of your noun: dislike, disquiet, distance— whatever’s apart and unlovingly weird. Down in Dis, sinners get whipped and greedy…

elegy for félicette, first cat in space

poetry
  cats aren’t given names before experiments are concluded bc researchers are less likely to love nameless subjects.   this i understand. it remains true, even for those destined to…

Blood Hounds

poetry
  I wake up and brew the coffee And patiently wait for the gurgle, It’s like the last noise Rising off the wild boar the blood Hound smothered an Age…

Postcard from the South

poetry
  on my way through Dixieland I find a trading post some sarcophagus of time   body of bleached bones balancing a quadrilateral head with a gaping mouth that proclaims…

Regard the Other as a Verb

poetry
  I don’t eat crow. I feed crow. My crow isn’t my crow. I name the crow because I’m human and want to know how a god feels. When I…