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.
by Catherine Moscatt “Awkward Encounters of the Worst Kind” I go to the GI with alarming frequency. I stare at the models of intestines next to latex gloves and tissues. … Continue Reading “Awkward Encounters of the Worst Kind”
by Gerard Sarnat “Redneck Tell No Lies” “You like tomato and I like tomahtoLet’s call the whole thing off” -Ira and George Gershwin Gerard Sarnat has been nominated for the … Continue Reading “Redneck Tell No Lies”
by Bruce Robinson “Henry’s Room” When the wind blows the door closedand shuts Henry inside the bathroom,he’s perhaps reminded of the mysteryof the shrewd proviso, or concerned aboutthe erstwhile inviolabilityof … Continue Reading “Henry’s Room” and “Birds on Parole”
by Nelly Shulman In the spring, Maxim Makarov’s dog fell ill. At first, Red tried to bark, quickly running along the coast and jumping into a flaky boat. The dog … Continue Reading Makarov Coast
by Catherine Moscatt “Art Bully” The magazine was covered in paint. It was art class after all. He had been pushing, prodding, provoking. So I took the magazine and stuck … Continue Reading “Art Bully”
by Adele Saint-Pierre chapter 1 chapter 2 chapter 3 Adèle Saint-Pierre is a Franco-American artist. Besides her passion for drawing and painting, she enjoys reading, cooking, and going for long … Continue Reading “Mary Anne and the Tanglewood Tree”
by Charles Weld “Home Manufactures” We could call the creek behind the school Sea Cook Creek because that’s where our black lab, dead years ago now, dove without warning into … Continue Reading “Home Manufactures,” “Acorns in a Mast Year,” “Moosehead Lake,” “Nature Did That,” and “American Bittern”
by Em Remington My first memory is waking up from a nightmare. If I were a painter, this scene would come in smears of color against the inky canvas of … Continue Reading I Am Not a Painter
by Phil Huffy “Lake Death” The killer left few clues that might be found. The violence could not have lasted long. Right to the heart a mighty shock did pound, … Continue Reading “Lake Death” and “Natural Causes”
by Clover Estrada Part One. The scars that trace down my skin,past my shoulders and down my backto my arms, to my arms, to my arms – They leave reflections … Continue Reading “Your flowers, my garden”
by James Sullivan September heat endures the classroom’s rotating fan. Sticky warmth travels the room in coiling currents, slicking pupils’ skin against uniforms. They are bored. The teacher’s entreaties blow … Continue Reading “Chisato Moritaka’s Lesson #1”
by Caneel Cheskin My prince guided me onto the balcony. Above, the dark sky hid behind wispy clouds. Orchestral music floated through the air. He bowed, offering me his hand. … Continue Reading “Balcony” – Microfiction March Madness Contest HONORABLE MENTION
by Richard P. Mayer Punching a tattered time card, robotically, her life is completed in small portions each night. She is a time-worn book nearing its final chapter, faded with … Continue Reading “The Night Worker (The D Train)” – Microfiction March Madness Contest HONORABLE MENTION
by Christopher Palmer Distorted and pale, projected on the ceiling. The familiar, warm buzzsaw sound. The feeling already starting to leave my hands. “Hello?” “Oh, hey.” “Yeah.” “Yeah, I’m just … Continue Reading “A Blue Light on the Ceiling; A Cold Vein in My Arm” – Microfiction March Madness Contest WINNER
by Felix Imonti In memory of my wife, Yukiko. She made my writing possible by managing so many of the trivial problems of life. Meeting Joyce just seemed to happen. … Continue Reading “Learning the Hard Way”
by K.P. Taylor It was twilight in Holly Hills, and the streetlights had just come on, followed by a low, rhythmic humming. Disconcerting at first, the sound was gradually lost … Continue Reading The CONN