Rock Salt Journal exposes what is left unturned. We celebrate the unusual, but also the usual that masks its depth in familiarity. The unexpected erudition of a fishing boat captain; the hidden subtleties of tree trunk carving. Join our escape or bar the doors and pin our eyelids open. Reveal something hidden in plain sight. Give us a world that we can live in for a minute or 20, this or that, known or unknown. Teach us something new. Don’t let us up to breathe until we’ve lost ourselves in your murk and shadows. Fiction, nonfiction, self, other, humor, or deadpan. We welcome it all, as long as it evokes Northern New England. Rocks, waves, pine trees, and highways, cities and sandbars, trawlers, and buses. If a middle-school English teacher could accuse you of writing Northeastern, we’ll trust her hunch. Join us.