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Tributaries: “Naming the Lake”

By on November 30, 2016

By Sarah Ann Winn   One of five reservoirs. Not a lake, but my lake, Hower Lake. Islanded, my land grown by dredging, then, once the depths were scoured, raising water levels, lowering. Shores once submerged, emerged, every year differently

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Essay: “Wisdom: A Bird,” By Kim Steutermann Rogers

By on November 18, 2016

from The Fourth River, issue 13       The oldest known wild bird in the world, an albatross, is 64 and right about now—late November—she’s probably gliding over a mutable line in the North Pacific, a transition zone where cold water

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Essay: “The Man Who Hated Us And Then Forgot,” by Karen E. Bender

By on November 13, 2016

 This essay also appears in The Fourth River Issue O.3 as part of the Melanie Brown Tribute     When we moved into our house, our neighbor, who lived beside us, brought us a pie. It was a kind gesture.

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Essay: “Persimmon Point,” by Lola Haskins

By on November 4, 2016

From The Fourth River, Issue 11       ** Lola Haskins’ essays have appeared in Visions of Florida and Wild Heart of Florida, both from the University Press of Florida. She has been on the executive committee of Florida

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Essay: “Something that Loves a Wall,” by Margot Anne Kelley

By on June 19, 2016

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

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Essay: “Morning Beat,” by Wendy Gist

By on March 23, 2016

  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

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Essay: “Driving the Section Line,” by Sarah K. Lenz

By on February 29, 2016

From The Fourth River, issue 12   “This is where I want you to spread my ashes,” my father says. “When I die, cremate me and dump me here.” I look to the edge of the ravine. A rotten fence

Essay: “We Move the Chicken Coop: Chickens Inform the Creative Mind,” by Sherry Rind

By on February 15, 2012

According to Howard Gardner’s book Multiple Intelligences, our society prizes logical-mathematical thinking above other kinds.  It follows that I did well in school because my talents fall in the linguistic-mathematical range beloved of givers of standardized tests and late twentieth