FOUR WAY REVIEW

An Electronic Literary Journal

  • ISSUE 34

    ISSUE 34

    POETRY TWO POEMS by Caitlyn Klum TWO POEMS by Rajiv Mohabir TWO POEMS by Sebastian Paramo SELF-PORTRAIT AS THE LAST LINGERING PETAL ON A CHERRY BLOSSOM by Anthony Thomas Lombardi…

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POETRY

  • SO MANY by Robin LaMer Rahija

    SO MANY by Robin LaMer Rahija

    beautiful things lived here.That small boned bird that glowed in the understory.That big wide mushroom that was underneath us that whole time.That elm the autumn of the drought when the leaves fell before they changed.I stood under a field of green on a field of green on a field of green.I understood then. There is…

  • TWO POEMS by emet ezell

    TWO POEMS by emet ezell

    SOUTHWEST OF BABYLON surely the ewe lambs, ramming their heads into their mothers’ tits, can show me how to pray. i have been following their belched bleating across hilltops, me and my diet of dates. walking. stopping. grazing beneath an olive tree. stone by stone we make our way. i wanted to know where home…

  • TWO POEMS by Sasha Burshteyn

    TWO POEMS by Sasha Burshteyn

    COSMOLOGY  Cold hands—warm torso—time like an orange— time like a bag of salt gray oxen drag— How many years of salt? Then, one day, a shell.  And fire, where joints should be.A field of rose, a town  of anthracite, river of milk— a face that hisses, sizzles— girls who sort potatoes in the dark—I orient myself by smell. …

FICTION

  • ROSA by Anne Germanacos

    Just a name Rosa, a girl in a story, a name I happen to like. She’s a girl with a father who follows her to the ends of the earth as she follows a story, a myth, an incantation. She is trying to be a virgin and a diplomat, like Gertrude Bell. She would also…

  • HAGRIDDEN by Jen Julian

    They called it a boo hag. It’s what Eva said was haunting her when I got her on the phone six years after I’d left Miskwa. I felt the same way every time I talked to her—nostalgic a little, but hurting with secret embarrassment—and it was always at some odd hour of the night when…

  • SATURDAYS AT THE PHILHARMONIC by Megan Staffel

    Patsy Smith left Rochester, New York on a sunny Saturday morning intending to drive all the way to California. But after three and a half hours, crossing through an Indian reservation, she got lost. On a long, straight road, where there hadn’t been a route number for many miles, there was a sudden break in…

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