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 Heather Emmanuel The dinner hums on. Stainless steel, pans of hand-hammered copper. A row of knives neither dull nor sharp. Black marble gleams in rehearsal. Salmon overseasoned, carrots drenched … Continue Reading the quiet aftertaste
by Kylee Walton To start, this will be the final post for this blog. I find myself struggling to grapple with this because I’ve really enjoyed writing these posts, exploring … Continue Reading On Completion
Review by Katie Lipoma *Spoilers ahead & content warning for murder, rape, and abuse* My final Booked & Busy read was Mrs Rosie and the Priest by Giovanni Boccaccio, one … Continue Reading Mrs Rosie and the Priest (final review!)
by Callie Nadeau It is common knowledge that the second most powerful article a woman can have on her person is red lipstick. The first is pepper spray. Nothing grabs … Continue Reading Red Lipstick
by Robert Beveridge One step from the doorway and mud under my feet says “home”, the stink of stray dog, the forge, the sewer grate just down the stairs across … Continue Reading Viziman Champion
by Corbin Buff Watercolor The image is brewed in cold water: a few tepid brush strokes the central form divined from its background, details intuited from their absence… until a … Continue Reading Watercolor, The Lightness of New Beginnings, & The Turning
by Lilah Thomas The sound of an old clock ticking as one wakes from a mid-day nap, the soft yellow glow of sunlight seeping through thin fabric curtains. Blowing the … Continue Reading Nostalgic Things
by Lilah Thomas Here are my hands. Like my mother’s, but with my father’s fingernails. The ones that grow over the edges when they aren’t clipped regularly. Though, his are … Continue Reading Ode to My Hands
by Evangeline Sanders matching men on matching heaps of metal churning silver pedals every morning at 10:00am— two scrawny bodies, all veins and kneecaps, soft hair swiped across a balding … Continue Reading I Call Them the Unicycle Twins—
by Alex Carrigan Celebrate the first anniversaryby throwing a sink through a windowand eating the glass shards with theslice of wedding cake you put inthe back of the freezer. Tear … Continue Reading The First Year of Marriage is Always the Most Psychotic
Dear Booked & Busy Readers, It seems that the winter weather has gotten the best of me as I’m sick. Therefore, there is no review this week, but stay tuned … Continue Reading Illness Interlude
by Gus Peterson Every time you cut me, I lose a piece of myself. Every time I thought I could read you, I slapped myself awake. So hard the ears ring. … Continue Reading Newsfeed
by Madison Brown Are you the fruit that first stole purity? My craving for you is insatiable—just one bite—Please God, just to see. The ones I look up to tell … Continue Reading Across the Way from Eden
Music by Robert Rebsch & prose by Thomas Gaffaney Note from Robert Rebsch: Thomas Gaffaney was a writer who lived in the Big Bend Country of far West Texas – … Continue Reading The Burro Woman
By Leonore Wilson Who goes to Drake’s Bay now, it’s way too far to get to; roads twist through whipping tule grass like an African savannah. Imagine here in the … Continue Reading New Albion
By Leonore Wilson …like packable documents did they portend lightning or the sag ponds the linear troughs did the compromised oaks in their full-drought state the blood-brother hills off-kilter hawks … Continue Reading And the Tectonic Plates of California—