By Michael Bennett for The Fourth River I had the pleasure of conversing with Adriana E. Ramirez, who visited Chatham for our event, “Dialogues: Writing in Divided Times.” Ramirez is a world-renowned performance poet, and her nonfiction novella Dead
By Cedric Rudolph for The Fourth River Danez Smith is a writer and performer from St. Paul, MN. Graywolf Press released their latest poetry collection Don’t Call Us Dead in September 2017. Their previous books include [insert] boy (2014),
By Shannon Sankey, for The Fourth River Cornelius Eady is the author of eight poetry collections, including Victims of the Latest Dance Craze, winner of the Lamont Poetry Prize from the Academy of American Poets; The Gathering of
Selected by Ira Sukrungruang
1. I said to him, “Look at the rainbow.”
2. We were walking and the road ran parallel to the light.
3. Because it was hot we knew about storms.
4. In my country, when it is stormy all the pots come out of the kitchens.
5. I let go of the fantasy that colors would appear if I squinted and looked at the sun.
6. Here there are no words for this—the double rainbow. The rain and the sun simultaneously.
7. Sometimes the fish would come to the road.
8. The children would gather them up in their shirts.
9. All day their bodies would glisten from scales.
10. I was taken by the mouths opening and closing for air.
11. Desperation is duplicable—we would hold our breaths and act like swimmers thrashing to breathe.
12. So many streams would have to be crossed.
13. Streams of this sort are impermeable.
14. Streams are metaphor. Read more…
Selected by Ira Sukrungruang By Adriana Páramo I landed in Kuwait in the summer of 1996. As soon as I stepped out of the plane, a violent searing puff of sand hit my face, fogged up my glasses,
selected by Ira Sukrungruang Pigeon I am always between where and when I should be. Like a pigeon with one wing and half a foot, I lean too much, fall into my dinner, when all I meant to do
Selected by Ira Sukrungruang and excerpted from Later: A Memoir of Provincetown By Paul Lisicky Summer is as wonderful as it is awful. Week by week, though June, the crowd builds. Then it is always busy, always a
Selected by Ira Sukrungruang By Jenna Bazzell ** Jenna Bazzell holds an MFA from Southern Illinois University-Carbondale. Currently, she is semi-finalist for the 2017 Miller Williams Poetry Prize for the University of Arkansas Press. She won the