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The River is a representation of the Sandy River itself, which runs alongside the university and what inspired the name of the journal. It is a constantly flowing, ebbing and surging, body of content filled with contemporary work. To submit to The River please visit our Submissions page to the left or e mail TheRiverEditors@gmail.com directly.

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By William Miller In a green, humpbacked late 50’s car, we were always driving but never seemed to get anywhere.  My dad smoked  like most people breathed, never let  a … Continue Reading Home

Hearing Dusk

By Robert Thomas Birds alightOn dying commotionPlaying and pipingThey sing to finality.Dogs earlier noticedOnly tugging and probingNow pit the air with distant yelps.Planes drone suddenlyA droning paradeEager and white-tailedIn the … Continue Reading Hearing Dusk

Struck

By Isabelle Foster I remember, nowThat it was onThe cusp of your kissAnd in the breathOf your embraceThat morning showedA new face,And nowI bendTo the arcOf summer lilies andHoneysuckleIn the … Continue Reading Struck