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: “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 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…

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

Tributaries, The New Nature: “107 Nekoma Drive”

By on November 8, 2017

  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