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kirby congdon | salt: an indigenous journal

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Salt: an indigenous journal. Arts, literature and community. Artist and writer guidelines. February 4, 2010. Bakers lane, key west 1960s (photograph by marie cosindas. Http:/ www.miamiherald.com/entertainment/arts/books/story/1411160.html. Kirby Congdon, Born to Be Beat. From The Cat’s Story by Kirby Congdon. All living things are born. To be canned as cat food. But we don’t can people. Because people have can openers. And, so, are useful. All animals have their uses. Any cat is the oldest and wisest.

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writers, ramblers, poets & outlaws | salt: an indigenous journal

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Salt: an indigenous journal. Arts, literature and community. Artist and writer guidelines. Writers, ramblers, poets & outlaws. December 4, 2007. Epitaph for the Last Poet by Sandy McKinney. I am the poet. I will be heard. I speak for the mute, the fallen bird. Bereft of flute and flutter,. The dim, the daft, the desperate. The ewe new-lambed in winter. The mutter of worms, the spider’s fantasy. Forget my name, but by God remember the leaf. Floating windless without wings. And the cold sod.

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evolution | salt: an indigenous journal

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Salt: an indigenous journal. Arts, literature and community. Artist and writer guidelines. January 12, 2009. I know you won’t believe me, but it sings, salt sings … Dust of the sea, in you the tongue receives a kiss from ocean night … in it, we taste infinitude. 8211; Pablo Neruda, Ode to Salt. 8211; Kim Narenkivicius, Publisher/Editor. Contributors (bios to come). Once i took a photo on the road back to paradise. Leaving key west, photographs. Epitaph for the last poet. Carol munder, artist. Address nev...

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#3 | salt: an indigenous journal

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Salt: an indigenous journal. Arts, literature and community. Artist and writer guidelines. Issue #3 . writers, ramblers, poets and outlaws (the characters). THE LAST MANGO IN PARIS l CAPTAIN TONY TARRACINO. My daughter, he announces to the crowd, motioning to Josie, who has just returned from parking the car. One of 13. They balk, kindly. Where you folks from? I gotta tell you girls, he adds. The advantage you have. Every woman has a little bit of whore in them. Brita v. brookes. Connie c.j. groth.

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artist & writer guidelines | salt: an indigenous journal

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Salt: an indigenous journal. Arts, literature and community. Artist and writer guidelines. Artist and writer guidelines. Thank you for your interest. We are not accepting submissions at this time. Artist and Writer Guidelines. Artists: Artwork should be submitted by email as jpegs and via snailmail on cd or high quality photocopies. Please do not send original artwork! We will request high resolution images if your work is selected to be included in the journal. Writers town …. Cinema in the tropics.

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#2 | salt: an indigenous journal

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Salt: an indigenous journal. Arts, literature and community. Artist and writer guidelines. MATT DUKES JORDAN l CRAZY LOVE. It’s been a long time since we broke up but I still think about her every day. I’ve been messed up on booze and drugs and prayed and talked to spirits about her. A street musician in Memphis had some good advice that I never remember when I need it most. He said when you are missing someone you’re missing Spirit. CONTRIBUTORS l ARTISTS and WRITERS. Writers town ….

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an indigenous journal | salt: an indigenous journal

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Salt: an indigenous journal. Arts, literature and community. Artist and writer guidelines. December 4, 2007. In dig e nous. 1 Originating and living or occurring naturally in an area or environment. 2 Intrinsic; innate. This is our story. Solares Hill, in a review by Rosalind Brackenbury. The secret of salt: an indigenous journal is a bi-annual collection of fiction, poetry, essays, interviews and images inspired by our unique environment. One Response to “an indigenous journal”. April 1, 2009 at 3:58 pm.

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refugees of the culture wars | salt: an indigenous journal

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Salt: an indigenous journal. Arts, literature and community. Artist and writer guidelines. Refugees of the culture wars. February 4, 2008. Photograph by michael blades. Refugees of the Culture Wars. Essay by Lynne Bentley-Kemp. The search for one’s soul begins with a will toward independence and authenticity. It is a journey for the impulsive and courageous, not the fainthearted. You have to wear your spirit on the outside. That’s what poets, artists and outlaws do. 8211; issue #3, the secret of salt.

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January | 2009 | salt: an indigenous journal

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Salt: an indigenous journal. Arts, literature and community. Artist and writer guidelines. January 12, 2009. I know you won’t believe me, but it sings, salt sings … Dust of the sea, in you the tongue receives a kiss from ocean night … in it, we taste infinitude. 8211; Pablo Neruda, Ode to Salt. 8211; Kim Narenkivicius, Publisher/Editor. Contributors (bios to come). Once i took a photo on the road back to paradise. Leaving key west, photographs. Epitaph for the last poet. Carol munder, artist. The studios...

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#1 | salt: an indigenous journal

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Salt: an indigenous journal. Arts, literature and community. Artist and writer guidelines. Issue #1 the beginning …. JEFFREY CARDENAS l MARQUESA: A TIME and PLACE WITH FISH. This is my happy hour. My night flight is a tonic that brings forth a memory of a simpler time spent here in another atmosphere. At 1,500 feet tonight I reflect on a glorious period of my life when I dropped anchor in this sanctuary for one cycle of the mid-summer moon and lived among the fishes and birds of Marquesa.