By Michelle Sinclair, for The Fourth River Bonnie Jo Campbell sat down with me in the Boardroom of the Gatehouse on a snowy February evening to discuss books, her farm, and the significance of natural landscapes in writing. Bonnie
By Kenny Gould for The Fourth River A native North Carolinian, Jimmy Guignard is the author of Pedaling the Sacrifice Zone: Teaching, Writing, and Living above the Marcellus Shale (Texas A&M University Press, 2015). He co-edited a collection of
By Kelsey Leach, assistant editor, The Fourth River Karen Bender, the Chatham MFA Program 2015 Melanie Brown Lecturer, is a novelist and short story writer whose most recent collection, Refund (Counterpoint Press, 2015), was a finalist for the National Book Award
By Melissa DiGiovannantonio, assistant editor, The Fourth River Alaina Symanovich, is a graduate student at Florida State University. She was born and raised in central Pennsylvania and always longed to get away, but never thought that she would have
From The Fourth River, Issue 12
The boundary is that from which something
begins its essential unfolding. — Heidegger
Lengths of the rough, graying wood ring a small paddock that separates two lumbering, gentle horses from the rest of the world. On the rails, Kay points to at least half a dozen distinct colonies of lichen. She names them, the Latin tumbling effortlessly off her tongue—Cladonia cristatella and Cladonia pyxidata, Evernia prunastri, Usnea, Tuckermannopsis, Hypnogymnia phsyodes.
Kay writes the “biodiversity column” for the community newspaper, and has volunteered to teach me and Barbara a bit about lichen. Their proper names mean nothing to me yet, so I cling to their more common counterparts: “British soldiers” are tipped in brilliant red, “old man’s beard” dangles in a wispy, tangled mesh, “pixie cups” rise like tiny golf tees.
As I peer at the patch of Evernia, trying to come up with some trait that will help me give it a name that I can know it by, I hear Barbara telling Kay a mnemonic she learned as a child. “When Freddy Fungus met Alice Algae,” she recites, “they took a lichen to each other.” Read more…
By Kim Hambright, assistant editor, The Fourth River The Mississippi River proclaims itself to be “the Father of Rivers,” “the heart of remembrance,” “Mark Twain’s classroom,” “a hideaway for ballads,” and “the darkest place on earth” (Kolin). The
By Kelly Kepner, Managing Editor, The Fourth River This year, The Fourth River staff traveled to Los Angeles for the annual Association of Writers and Writing Programs conference. Our staff packed suitcases with one hundred copies of Issue 13/Climate
From The Fourth River Issue 10 “Nobody sees a flower really; it is so small. We haven’t time, and to see takes time – like to have a friend takes time.” -Georgia O’Keeffe North Buttery sunshine spreads