On Writing Rights
by Olivia Turner Olivia Turner is an Art Education student at the University of Maine, set to graduate in the Spring of 2020. Her art is primarily about self exploration. … Continue Reading On Writing Rights
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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 Olivia Turner Olivia Turner is an Art Education student at the University of Maine, set to graduate in the Spring of 2020. Her art is primarily about self exploration. … Continue Reading On Writing Rights
by Kelli Simpson Kelli Simpson is a mother and poet living in Norman, Oklahoma. Her publication credits include Lamplit Underground, Rabid Oak, The Avenue, and Ghost City Review.
by Kelli Simpson Kelli Simpson is a mother and poet living in Norman, Oklahoma. Her publication credits include Lamplit Underground, Rabid Oak, The Avenue, and Ghost City Review.
by Kelli Simpson Kelli Simpson is a mother and poet living in Norman, Oklahoma. Her publication credits include Lamplit Underground, Rabid Oak, The Avenue, and Ghost City Review.
by Karly Jacklin Karly Jacklin is a Creative Writing major at the University of Maine at Farmington. In 2018, she was fired from CVS Health for being too aloof.
by Rowan Bagley An integral part of the punk movement is the focus on direct forms of activism, which can vary from graffiti to rioting depending on the intended message. … Continue Reading Anarcho-punk
by Jocelyn Royalty Jocelyn Royalty is a freshman at the University of Maine at Farmington where she studies creative writing. She is from New Haven, Connecticut, where she previously attended … Continue Reading Hospital
by Bibiana Ossai Bibiana Ossai was born and raised in Nigeria. She is a graduate of Mass Communication and currently a student of the MFA Creative Writing program at Long … Continue Reading Passover Morning
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 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