The Fourth River

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

Three Poems by Joseph Bathanti

By on May 29, 2017

To read our interview with Joseph Bathanti, click here.   Girl After Sam Hamill’s Translation of Izumi Shikibu Her long brown hair, still a girl’s at that instant of intake, a breath she holds interminably – because the black dog

Two Poems by Philip Terman

By on October 28, 2016

    Willie Wheeler My job’s to wake them up. 6 A.M dark, driving to the home for “intellectually disabled” youth— crystals of snow on windshield dissolve and are swept away: snow, glass, sweep—you could lose yourself in the steady