Issue 6, Call for Submissions


‘I wished [that that] woman would write and proclaim this unique empire so that other women, other unacknowledged sovereigns, might exclaim: I, too, overflow; my desires have invented new desires, my body knows unheard-of songs. Time and again I, too have felt so full of luminous torrents that I could burst – burst with forms much more beautiful than those which are put up in frames and sold for a stinking fortune…Who, surprised and horrified by the fantastic tumult of her drives hasn’t accused herself of being a monster? Who, feeling a funny desire stirring inside her (to sing, to write, to dare to speak, in short to bring out something new), hasn’t thought she was sick? Well, her shameful sickness is that she resists death, that she makes trouble.’
The Laugh of the Medusa, Helene Cixous, 1975

SALT. Magazine is looking for submissions for it’s 6th issue, themed Manifestos. We are looking for written manifestos, interpretations of, or discursive lines of inquiry into their form, content and history. SALT. is looking for ‘those of us who stand outside the circle of society’s definition of acceptable’ (Lorde, 1979), who resist death, make trouble, and feel the need to assert an alterative agenda.

We are looking for;
any form of written work (word limit 2000 words)
art work with a brief statement (submitted as images at 300dpi)

The deadline for submissions is Sunday 1st June 2014.

Submit to and please do not hesitate to ask any questions.

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VP for vice month!


why isn’t every picture that exists of you with someone else
a picture of you with me instead

all of these people are so many people
and none of these people are me


i am sitting in a corner eleven stories high and
i am a very long time away from you


you are drinking my blood in a non-literal way
we laugh but make extremely worried faces
i am being myopic because there is only
one screen in front of me and one screen in front of you
and we are practically touching in here
(feeling real is hard work / moving is even harder)


spring forward, fall back down
i’m trying not to wonder where you are

are you listening to this too


it seems irrational that it is 2014
and i cannot just be in love with another person
who wants to be near me in the same ways
an advance in date doesn’t negate a regard for others
ok i understand but i will try to get what i want anyway
can everyone help

like hello welcome to this place
let’s both just stay

a long time ago someone told me that
it’s not cute to be persistent
(i know you don’t belong to me)
but i am so good at it
i think you will agree


after three hours in karpeles i took a two hour walk
i made myself alone because there are too many books in the world already
and you are too good
you squeezed a sigh out of me when i returned and i felt found


last night i dreamt someone offered me one thousand dollars to close my eyes and sit in a chair for sixty seconds and instead i moved onto the floor, kneeled and retched loudly in front of him. i stared at my hands pressed flat against the floor and lifted them up one by one. i slowly crawled out of the room.



Lorrie Moore at Congregation Beth Elohim, 3/1/14
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“Sarah Jean Alexander reads some of her poems”

my friend adam recorded me reading at metro gallery this past weekend. i read 1, 6, 7, 14, 15 and 20 from my napowrimo poems.


A Striving After Wind at Unnameable BooksPoetry reading by Bunny Rogers and Edward Shenk featuring musical accompaniment by Joey Nikles

don’t look it in the mouth;a lover’s love or gifts at christmas,  when birds fly south 
there are 2turtle dovesfalling for itat the zoo
they do not speak or coo,they don’t look it in the beak—  they fuck & do not go extinct
Three charming rooms talk back and forthenlisted for their strength and staminaTogether five sisters of addiction grow up the walls entrusting there is no world in which paranoia could save the two of usThreat is infinite and jovialCourage is a wink and a nodYour spine is a jokeYour vertebrae are stacked snowballsThat will melt as your joints do every hour without failIn this cruel, hot worldWhere every root vegetable shrinks your dickWhere we wake up and go to work to laugh at your dick



April 29

Activity Book

by Kelly Schirmann (kellyschirmann)

Cover art by Bob Schofield (bobschofield)