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
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
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.
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
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
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
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
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