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Fall 2022 Cover - Rock Salt Journal

Volume 2, Issue 1

Editor's Note

I moved to Providence, Rhode Island this past summer. I was expecting difference. Different neighbors, different drivers, different customs, but besides the slightly hotter heat wave, everything felt the same. Rhode island was Maine except smaller. Providence was Portland except bigger. I was both disappointed and relieved. The move was such a large leap for me, leaving my family, my friends, my job, but here I was in a supposedly new place feeling pretty much the same.

Then, I attended WaterFire. Eighty-six blazing braziers bisected the Woonasquatucket River. Hundreds of people walked, sat, or kayaked along the dark water transfixed by the fires and the Italian opera music pumping from refrigerator-sized speakers. Though there were people everywhere, squeezed along the canal’s edge, leaning over the bridges, or bumping into each other along the river-walk, they were silent. I’m not sure if they were genuinely dumbstruck, or if I just couldn’t hear over the booming music. I was certainly dumbstruck. I watched a man propose to his girlfriend on the other side of the river and then looked back at the water and fire.

I haven’t been to many concerts, so my excitement about WaterFire may be naivety, but regardless, when I learned that the festival happens every other weekend, I promised to go to every one. So far, I’ve been to four.

Because I grew up in New England, it’s easy to think I’ve experienced everything the region has to offer, but of course, that’s impossible. There’s always another festival, fair, or phenomenon. No one has done it all.

My favorite thing about editing is the sheer variety of writing voices. No two authors have the same thing to say. Some are joyful, some despondent, fantastical, romantic, terrifying, or angry, but all are personal. While not every piece will go down as a literary classic, each one offers an honest slice of that writer’s personality, and I get to read them all.

Here are some of my favorites. Thank you for reading, and see you in April!

— J.B. Marlow, Editor

Cover Artist (The Clear Glass Teapot)

Rebecca Pyle is an artist and writer. Artwork by her is in Tayo magazine, Rathalla Review, New England Review, Dream Noir, Gris-Gris, The Kleksograph, and West Trestle Review, among others. Find out more at rebeccapyleartist.com. She lives in Salt Lake City, the kingdom of sea monkeys/brine shrimp.

Table of Contents

Fiction

Mineral Assortment

by Tom Abray

It was cool in the mountains in the late morning, so it didn’t really matter that the climate control system in the car wasn’t working...

Nonfiction

Fall Comes to Great Head

by Mal Cole

Mount Desert Island hovers in my consciousness like Maine hovers over my home state, Massachusetts...

Fiction

The Last Year of Trick or Treat

by Alice Kinerk

“Hurry Up, Kaitlyn.” Kaitlyn cannot hurry up. It is Halloween, and she is dressed as her favorite thing, a book...

Fiction

Los Desperados

by J.B. Marlow

Lilac wanted to rob the train...

Fiction

It Began with Something that Might Break

by Nadja Maril

It was the last day of the antiques show...

Fiction

Of Course, I Didn't

by Jennifer Frost

The night my parents reported me missing, the police came over and searched the house...

Fiction

The Census Man

by Amy Logan

Caleb sat at the rough wooden table, his fingers gently stroking the small bottle of ink...

Nonfiction

Diving for Junk In the Gulf of Maine

by Twain Braden

I came to scuba diving during my last term in college; needing a credit or two to graduate, and my major (philosophy) was complete, just a few short months and a few essays stood between me and my diploma...

Fiction

Terminal Water

by Nanami Fetter

In another world, my parents don’t leave me behind. I leave them first...

Fiction

Polar

by Nate Currier

The three doctors sat cross-legged, chipping ice off a chandelier...