There are a lot of things I’ve never done. One, review a lit mag. But when I saw the list of contributors for Salt Hill 28, I was excited. And when I read Salt Hill 28 in full in one sitting, I was even more excited. The editors note sets the tone stating,
Each of us is contained by and immersed in personal experience, our brackish travels of the past and their briny apparitions in the present. We bring these journeys to the page to create and confront life, to embody the paradox of being conscious…Yes this life may constrict but in its vessel, seas are held, ones upon which we both float and drown.
I love that. And I love the lines from the following pieces and the way in which that editor’s note is fulfilled in each. In each one is multi-dimensional thought, thundering words and encapsulation that threatens to break boundaries.
From “Because Thought Isn’t a Prayer” by John Gallaher
We’re going through alone,
or asking for help, and how can we get there as us
or as ghosts, with this tin cup. This ocean.
From “Abstract Lessons” by Nate Pritts
Emphasis is a trick we apply
to the stupid animal hum when the real feeling
employed isn’t right, or enough.
Whenever I get confused I use maps
to help me; they show how our limbs
are nothing but bundles of blood & twisted.
From “Falling in Love with the Death Thought” by Zachary Schomburg
This is how you
love: you try over and over again to throw a
red balloon across the river from a tree.
“Foreign Wedding” by Maile Chapman and “Gown Rain” by Sarah Rose Etter also instigate, investigate and enamor.