The Fourth River

A journal of nature and place-based writing, published by Chatham University's MFA in Creative Writing Programs

Two Poems by Philip Terman

By on October 28, 2016

    Willie Wheeler My job’s to wake them up. 6 A.M dark, driving to the home for “intellectually disabled” youth— crystals of snow on windshield dissolve and are swept away: snow, glass, sweep—you could lose yourself in the steady


Tributaries: “Budapest Underground”

By on October 26, 2016

By Elizabeth O’Connell-Thompson     Artist Statement: “As a poet as well, I appreciate that my photography gives me a chance to think and create non-verbally. As much as I love words, sometimes the sheer volume of them bouncing around


Fiction: “Veyo, Forgotten by the Mormons,” by Ryan Habermeyer

By on October 21, 2016

We were in the tall grasses creeping on finches when we seen mama run down the slope in her Sunday finest and throw herself in the creek. Papa stood there scratching at his hair like he was fixing a nest