by Douglas Cole I am travelling along the bloodstream of this building and going down every corridor looking for the unseen terrible heart that keeps this going. I want to … Continue Reading The Companion
“There were high tables, each with four easels supporting blank canvases. A brick wall, splashed with dimmable recessed lighting, and a stage for the instructor that would try to inspire and enlighten. Three brushes, gobs of five selected hues of paint for our suggested end goal: a dandelion gone to seed silhouetted against a full moon in a purple sky.”
by Douglas Cole Somewhere, an old man is sitting in his dim cabin trying to make out these words. Did I write this? Muttering, fire crackling. He’s wondering, as ideas … Continue Reading Dead Center
by Rowan Bagley I first heard Bikini Kill’s “Rebel Girl” when I was 19. On one of the many nights I stayed awake well into the early hours of the … Continue Reading Riot Grrrl
by Douglas Cole I’m walking home from Charlie and Yumi’s house. Maybe it’s after one. Mist is sliding through the live oak trees, and I’m figuring out the geometry of … Continue Reading Getting Yourself Home
“The quote seemed improbable. It sparked some synapses. Electrical. Chemical. Confusion. I could feel my brain feeling around in the vault. Don’t I know who Pancho Villa is? Somewhere between echoes of a Townes Van Zandt song and Three Amigo movie caricatures, I found a feeling where I thought I’d stored a fact.”
by Rowan Bagley One of my favorite songs when I was nine or so was “Cherry Bomb” by The Runaways. I listened to it to a point that, when I … Continue Reading That’s Very Punk Rock Of You
Quotations hold a special significance in the lexicon of human connection and communication.
As the greenery of summer begins to shift into the fiery colors of autumn, two new editors make their way into the River. We are Rowan Bagley, a Creative Writing … Continue Reading Meet the Fall 2019 River Editors!
The end of the semester is upon us and that means that it’s time for a change for the summer. The River is going to be stalled for the summer … Continue Reading The River Stalled for Summer
by Audrey Harper
Why coffee? Believe it or not, coffee, tea, and the cafe scene were not my original idea for my blog. I’m a big fan of anthropology and different cultures of … Continue Reading I’ll Miss You A Latte
by Audrey Harper
By Ciera Miller Your dark roast sits in front of you. Steam rises from the mug. It smells of aromatic vanilla mixed with roasted Arabica beans and tickles your nostrils … Continue Reading A Caffeinated Dip
by Alison Turtlott
By Stephen Ground Phil was dying. He called Sunday morning, when he knew he’d wake me, catch me sleeping, so I couldn’t lie about doing something else. Said to come … Continue Reading Bodhi