Salamander 2024 Fiction Contest

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

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The Book of Names (Architecture 103)

poetry
  Suddenly everyone’s friendly. We’re working in the front yard, Boyd and I, and our neighbor who’s never spoken to us calls out, “good job!” And now we’re talking. She’s…

At Grief’s House

poetry
  Mother’s tears are sick to death. Father’s   eyes too small to see. Sister’s eyes are somewhere   else and brothers’ eyes believe it. House’s lamps   are out.…

Family Therapy

poetry
  I sing the girls little songs while every plant in the house dies.   In group, they say into a microphone: “Today we have learned coping skills.” I cannot…

Bad Yard

poetry
  She says: Dangerous for there not to be grass, dangerous for there to be. Every little fairy alive and wiring up. A garbage pull tab is as important as…

new year’s diagnosis

poetry
  it is helpful to imagine you’re in the woods at night / you have to make it / through that’s all / feel your way from tree to tree…

Intervention

poetry
  I’m asked to keep a secret and I do until I don’t. Until he trusts   me to ration out his pills and when I forget fever sweats hold…

She Who Eats Everything

poetry
  He seems lost, although he’s four-square on the trail, maybe an abandoned, lonely male, a yearling whose mother kicked him out to give her time for this spring’s fawns.…

Rescue Me

poetry
  While I’m driving I like to fantasize about the people I love   dying in tragic and gruesome ways.   My brother slips off a cliff hiking and they…