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 Mario Loprete Mario Loprete ,Catanzaro 1968Graduate at Accademia of Belle Arti , Catanzaro (ITALY)for my is the first love. An important, pure love. Creating a painting, starting from the spasmodic … Continue Reading Club Dogo Oil on Concrete
by Rekha Valliappan ‘Patterns must be mapped.’ –Fritjof Capra Sitting on the green luna’s papery wings I can feel the crimp, the itch, what it would be like to creep into … Continue Reading Textured Tessellations
by Holly Day Holly Day’s poetry has recently appeared in Asimov’s Science Fiction, Grain, and The Tampa Review. Her newest poetry collections Into the Cracks and Cross Referencing a Book of Summer, while her newest nonfiction … Continue Reading The Quiet Ones Next Door
by Holly Day Holly Day’s poetry has recently appeared in Asimov’s Science Fiction, Grain, and The Tampa Review. Her newest poetry collections Into the Cracks and Cross Referencing a Book of Summer, while her newest nonfiction … Continue Reading They Come at Night
by Al Maginnes Al Maginnes is the author of eight full length collections of poetry, most recently Sleeping Through hte Graveyard Shift (forthcoming, Third Lung Press) and The Next Place Iris Press, 2017). His … Continue Reading Waking Up Alone
by Sarah Wyman Sarah Wyman writes and teaches in the Hudson Valley where climbing feet kick dust down to a river-sea. Her work has appeared in Aaduna, Mudfish, Petrichor, A Slant of Light: Contemporary Women … Continue Reading Hudson Lydie
by Rowan Bagley Until recently, I was unaware of Chicano/a punk subgenre despite it developing out of the punk scene fairly early. Like other subgenre artists, Chicano/a youth in working-class … Continue Reading Chicano/a Punk
by Michael Zunenshine Michael Zunenshine completed his MA in literature at the Université de Montréal. His work has been published in SAND Journal, Underground Voices, Heater and Sex, Drugs & … Continue Reading Maybe I Won’t Be The Center
by Michael Zunenshine We remember the same spring chill alone on the wet picnic table on the terrace of my namesake church, and I had a beer, but I forget … Continue Reading We Remember The Same Spring Chill
by Eileen Herbert-Goodall In your street, I pull over. Let out a breath. Note how my hands tremble. There are police vehicles everywhere. An ambulance. Siren silent. Lights off. Fuck. … Continue Reading Little Bird
“The quote pushed me to accept that I have something to share that no one else can, while reminding me that my unique position and perspective should do less to separate me and more to bond me to the collective whole of human experience.”
Got an original quote that you’d like to share? How ’bout having it published and having a chance to win a signed copy of an excellent new novel? This coming … Continue Reading The River Presents
by Peter Jickling Peter Jickling is a poet and playwright from Whitehorse, Yukon. His play, Syphilis: A Love Story, toured Western Canada, winning Best Comedy at the 2013 Victoria Fringe Theatre Festival. His first … Continue Reading Bear
by Rowan Bagley I was avoiding posting about this particular punk movement because it’s so often dismissed as not being “true punk”, but My Chemical Romance announced their reunion shows … Continue Reading Emo and Pop Punk
by Peter Jickling Peter Jickling is a poet and playwright from Whitehorse, Yukon. His play, Syphilis: A Love Story, toured Western Canada, winning Best Comedy at the 2013 Victoria Fringe Theatre Festival. His first … Continue Reading Trough
“As I neared the work site, my father was standing with his weight leaning on a long metal bar, bucket hat and tinted sunglasses, leather work gloves, and a watchful look to examine how much of this he was going to have to explain and how much he was going to be able to leave unsaid because I am his son.”