A Literary Magazine Sponsored by The University of Maine at Farmington
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.
daydreams birth bright creatures of poem and legend particularly for realities broken a place where ecstasy was invented for the artist whose reality will never show kindness take someone, make … Continue Reading calling forth the lost
…the Whole World and allthere is, including your soul.Shadows stretch from the sun,seeking the end of the day,which is about to runout of light on the wayto tomorrow. Few eyessee … Continue Reading (BEHIND EVERY DOOR)
in the desert of hopes, dreams buried in times,fumbling for the courage to walk to the distant homesnow melting desires to climb the peakwhen an ant climbs with the crust … Continue Reading Alone but not alone…
Nicholas Skaldetvind was born in New York.
Sometimes secrets of a person’s life are revealed only after that person dies. This story of our grandfather came to my sister, Jeanie when we were kids on a family … Continue Reading Family Secrets
I’ve learnt the ABC of insomnia by heartAnd developed my grammar of itChasing stars by night and playing hide and seek with the moonMy sleep was pissed off by counting … Continue Reading My sleep
Trigger Warning: mention of imprisonment, abduction, threatened execution In 1975, under the collective labor system in China, Ritang Village launched the “Learn from Dazhai in Agriculture” movement. The plan was … Continue Reading A Notorious Prick
Engaged in a mad race against time, people Create gods that ebb and retract like tides, Feel a need to give every thing some name Attempting to assign intelligible meanings. … Continue Reading Space Race
After Edgar Allen Poe Trigger Warning: depression, suicidal ideation tell me everything horrible you did when you learned to survive without anyone when silence rushes storm tide and you succumb … Continue Reading Chance of madness
…as time flies fast – unless GOD cuts its wings.But then time seems to simply start to runout of space. Time sometimes only bringsslow-motion sighing from the setting sun.Yes, time … Continue Reading (TIME)
Trigger Warning: emotional neglect, toxic parent Military Training Camp Years later, I saw a photo of my sister, who was two years my senior, in the yearbook of a military … Continue Reading My Sister
I began purchasing decrepit paintings from thrift stores. Possibly feeling sorry for artist long forgotten underappreciated or long dead recipient. Carefully removing frames clean layers of grease cigarette smoke life’s … Continue Reading Never thought regarding why
Roll this stone off my chest, I say, the one that weighs ten tons. It contains memories of a thousand deaths, forebears mummified or packed in dry ice. Make peace … Continue Reading Roll The Stone
fog on windows we once opened rush of summer air how sweet to imagine your fingers Intertwined w/ mine But now you cook macaroni while I haunt our bed Erin … Continue Reading When Did My Fingerprints Disappear?
Item: womb; elastic, working thermometer, no windows. Item: child; cute as an heirloom, nude music, confirmation bias. Items: 3 bottles of growing up; 1 empty, 2 more or less half … Continue Reading Everyone’s Inventory
I heard you died. It came across In Facebook feed. O, what a loss For me, for sure. I haven’t seen You much of late, but you have been A … Continue Reading I Heard You Died