Red River Review
Established 1999
Welcome
The best thing about editing a journal, for me anyway, is seeing new poets and poetry before anyone else. Such as the very strong voice, out of Australia, Martin Christmas. Who, I discovered from another Australia poet, David Ades, also published in RRR. So, you can see how this goes. Editing is an amazing growth opportunity.
But, as all things, it comes to an end. This is my last edition of RRR to work on. I want to thank all the people who trusted me with their work. I’ve had the chance to work with fantastic poets from many countries. You will all be missed greatly.
Continue to submit to RRR and to write bravely and loud. We need our poets in the times to come.
All the best
Michelle Hartman
End of Summer, Lima, March 2018 by Rose Mary Boehm
Apparently invisible to everyone but me and swinging a plastic shopping bag from Wong The Grocers, a large, dark-skinned, curly-haired man walked past me on a busy Lima avenue. He was naked. He was in no hurry. No one turned, the pedestrian traffic ignored…
Snake-Faced Mornings Driving the Dump Truck in the Blue Zone by Michael Catherwood
garbage can juice smoky plastic blinds piled up on the sidewalk blood under an old trestle bridge graffiti the only positive color parking lots filled with mattresses broken baby cribs used condoms and baby shoes someone raked into a pile scattered bricks and plywood…
Final Fifteen Minutes by Martin Christmas
Cabin in deep forest home alone in upstairs flat. Final fifteen minutes midday movies creepy music. Young woman older guy or younger shonky lover the ending won’t be pretty. He arrives by car by lift by open window music heavy light but always ominous….
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