The Fourth River

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

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Tributaries, The New Nature: “What Remains”

By on January 17, 2018

Selected by Ira Sukrungruang

 

By Nicole Robinson

 

Near the edge of Lake Erie a common tern skims the shoreline
for small fish. Behind me the marsh is golden brown
with only buds of green. Migrating warblers flutter their wings
with urgency. I sing a church song my foster father taught me:
“Mountains bow down and seas will roar at the sound

of your name.” If the waves are mountains they burst
when they bow to shore. The water is dark blue,
blue like the hallway outside the sanctuary
of the church where my foster father pulled me to his chest
and I played a game of reaching around the width of his body,

tried to stretch my right hand to reach the left.
The hair of his goatee scuffed the side of my neck and he whispered
something. But I only remember the speakers crackling
the sermon and how he grew hard between us.

Today I want to find a sand creature, to learn how to burrow
but I keep noticing the distance between me and the place
where water meets sky, the flocks of birds that decide
this is the day to leave the marsh and fly. I list what I see and know:
Lake Erie, song sparrow, pine siskin, that church song he taught me,
the way a whisper fades across decades. I cling to a stone
before skipping it, watch it bounce across water and sink.

 

 

 

Nicole Robinson is the author of a chapbook of poems, The Slop of Giving in, The Melt of Letting Go (2008, p2b press). Her recent poems have appeared in Artful Dodge, Great River Review, The Louisville Review, Pittsburgh Poetry Review, Tahoma Literary Review, and elsewhere. She was awarded an Ohio Arts Council Individual Excellence Award for her poetry in 2016. Robinson is the former assistant director of the Wick Poetry Center at Kent State University where she also taught. Currently, she is a writer in residence at Akron Children’s Hospital in Ohio.

 

Tributaries, The New Nature: “On Monsoons”

By on December 6, 2017

Selected by Ira Sukrungruang   By Oliver de la Paz   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

Tributaries, The New Nature: “Welcome to the Heat”

By on November 29, 2017

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,

Tributaries, The New Nature: Five Poems by Kerry James Evans

By on November 22, 2017

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

Tributaries, The New Nature: “Bubble”

By on November 15, 2017

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