The Fourth River



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


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


Fiction: “We Were Young and Strong,” by Leslie Maxwell

By on September 23, 2016

From The Fourth River, Issue 11   Listen to Leslie Maxwell read “We Were Young and Strong”   One July day, summer-vacation bored with our parents at work, my sister and I decided to dig a hole to China. Nothing

Fiction: “Rewilding,” by Heidi Diehl

By on June 20, 2013

From the porch, Mitchell watched his daughter Jamie roll her sleeping bag on the lawn. The rest of the gear was already packed in the van: tents, mess kits, tarps. Mitchell had been collecting camping supplies secondhand for years, and

Flash Fiction by Sophie Rosenblum

By on May 8, 2013

Pebble Eyes The chickens are bulletproof these days, sacks of flesh with beakless, nickel-sized heads that barely contain a brain. We’ve engineered them this way, paper bag-colored hairless meat bricks ready for plates. Hens in my day were gorgeous. Full-feathered

Poem: “The Rocket,” by Adam Tavel

By on August 27, 2012

for Andrew Foose Interstate battery, alligator clips, two lengths of copper wire snaking to the slender rocket perched on cinderblock—this ignition is the best we can muster. Zachary counts backwards to a blastoff no eye registers, a wet crackle and

Fiction: “Sweet Thang,” by Sherrie Flick

By on July 8, 2012

I am a sweet thang. That’s what the song on the radio keeps repeating. Sweet thang, sweet thang, sweet thang. And with this sun trickling in, I do kind of feel it, yes. I’m a sweet thang about to take

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

Fiction: “Woman in the Woods,” by Adam Reger

By on February 1, 2012

Bruce had been asleep under the table when the phone rang. An old phone, its bell rattled loosely, sending tremors down his hand: in the midst of a bad dream, he had gripped the table’s ankle. As the phone rang

Poem: “Light, Pinned and Singing,” by Jessica Reed

By on January 7, 2012

I am finally present. As Virginia said, My eyes are hard. Years ago now, in optics lab, my partner’s strange pronunciation of ‘frosted glass’. We were looking at spectra then: glass- shattered light lines. But I couldn’t focus. Those radiant