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Tributaries, The New Nature: “Death Means Beautyful”

By on February 21, 2018

By Akpa Arinzechukwu   Patched pavements — broken lamps and shards of bottles that once knew comfort In the hands of heavy drinkers — All the things that string life together spiral away — you weren’t a spectator You were

Tributaries, The New Nature: “From this Sharp Place”

By on February 14, 2018

Selected by Ira Sukrungruang   By Alani Hicks-Bartlett   Despite our vantage point / from this sharp place, / there is such an expansive and gaping silence / to the left, / where the low, smooth valley / boasts the

Tributaries: “Emperor”

By on February 7, 2018

image by Christopher Michel   By Justin Herrmann   Pipes Froze. The bathroom at the ice runway near McMurdo was covered with inches of black water. Samantha suggested we clean in our bunny boots to keep our feet dry. In

Tributaries, The New Nature: “After the Gayborhood is Gone”

By on January 31, 2018

Selected by Ira Sukrungruang By Barrie Jean Borich   When the lingerie and sex toy store with sharp-dressed mannequins moved in around the corner, Linnea and I had high hopes for the neighborhood. The second story storefront had a show

Tributaries, The New Nature: “Outlanders”

By on January 24, 2018

Selected by Ira Sukrungruang   By Dheepa Maturi   I remember a mangled mallard, a blotch of emerald, a blur of brown on the dirt road, and though I’d been told never to touch a bird because they carry diseases,

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

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,

The Fourth River O.4: The Folio Award Issue

By on November 24, 2017

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