The Fourth River

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: “Welcome to the Heat”

By on November 29, 2017

Selected by Ira Sukrungruang   By Adriana¬† P√°ramo   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,

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

Tributaries, The New Nature: “Bubble”

By on November 15, 2017

Selected by Ira Sukrungruang and excerpted from Later: A Memoir of Provincetown   By Paul Lisicky   Summer is as wonderful as it is awful. Week by week, though June, the crowd builds. Then it is always busy, always a

Tributaries, The New Nature: “107 Nekoma Drive”

By on November 8, 2017

  Selected by Ira Sukrungruang By Jenna Bazzell     ** Jenna Bazzell holds an MFA from Southern Illinois University-Carbondale. Currently, she is semi-finalist for the 2017 Miller Williams Poetry Prize for the University of Arkansas Press. She won the