Interview by Lisa Slage Robinson, Associate Editor, The Fourth River I want to crawl inside Amy Bloom’s head. I want to plant the bulb of my story into the fertile soil of her brain, let the roots take
Interview by Stephanie A. Vega, Assistant Editor, The Fourth River On October 18th, we are celebrating the 10th anniversary of the Melanie Brown Lecture Series with the visit to Chatham of acclaimed writer Amy Bloom. The Melanie Brown Lecture
By Kelly Kepner, Managing Editor, The Fourth River This year marked a decade of the Melanie Brown Lecture Series at Chatham University. The Fourth River honored the series and its acclaimed writers by featuring the work of previous Melanie
Big moon, breeze—my daughter hurries
to finish her sentence in the sand
before waves climb up the shore
like dogs sniffing panéed meat.
She wants to spell out the names
of all the people she loves,
but the closer the water gets,
the more she knows
she’ll have to edit her list
on the fly, leave some names
behind in the air to beat the tide,
its hunger boundless, and time.
Jack Bedell is Professor of English and Coordinator of Creative Writing at Southeastern Louisiana University where he also edits Louisiana Literature and directs the Louisiana Literature Press. His latest collections are Bone-Hollow, True: New & Selected Poems, Call & Response, Come Rain, Come Shine, What Passes for Love and At the Bonehouse, all published by Texas Review Press (a member of the Texas A&M Press Consortium). His work has appeared in the Southern Review, Hudson Review, Connecticut Review, Paterson Literary Review, Texas Review, Southern Quarterly, and other journals.
By Courtney L. Sexton “There goes Courtney floating down the Delaware/chewing on her underwear/can’t afford another pair/ten days later eaten by a polar bear/and that was the end of her!” I cringe even now when I sing the song
BY KERI WITHINGTON If I could untangle umbilical cord, measure calcification, label isosceles, scalene, acute, copy your construction, its strict geometry I could find comfort at your steel altar meditate to the wasp buzz of power; electricity thrums from