Rappahannock Review | Issue 2.1
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Issue 2.1

On the day that Rappahannock Review staff–all undergraduates in the Creative Writing Concentration at the University of Mary Washington–finalized this issue, we received news of the death of esteemed poet Claudia Emerson. Although she finished her career at Virginia Commonwealth University, Claudia taught at UMW for many years, and she was the first professor to teach English 314, the literary journals course that now produces Rappahannock Review each semester.
 
Rappahannock Review originated after Claudia’s move to VCU, but it’s unlikely this journal would exist at all without the groundwork she established. We offer this issue in her memory, with deep gratitude for her numerous contributions to the UMW community.
 
Elizabeth Wade
Faculty Advisor

 

A note from the Editor: Anthony Hagen
 

FICTION

The Box by Greg Bottoms
“Danny Glover—a fourteen-year-old white kid from Smithfield, Virginia, not the actor from…”

Waking by Karin C. Davidson
“‘Sleep, sleep, sleep,’ my mother says. But I cannot help thinking about waking the next morning.”

Forked Roads by John Francis Istel
“How many candles do you see? Mother? How many? Can you see how many? Sit up.

 

NONFICTION

Form-Fall by Marco Wilkinson
“A tree evaporates into the universe and falls back to earth: timber to paper to coffee cup to compost to dirt.”

 

POETRY

I Saw You by JC Bouchard
“I saw you on the roundabout…”

Figure by John Casteen
“As in, cuts an elegant…”

Wild Horse / Wild Deer by John Casteen
“Deep beneath the night, its lidded vault of stars…”

Pitcher by Will Cordeiro
“I’m such a flirt…

Cleansing Flights by Ruth Foley
“The temporary unfurling of the rhododendron…

Doubt is the angel of our time by Ruth Foley
“Of any time, I’d wager—any movement…

Mending by Ruth Foley
“For once, I am not thinking of a place…”

Mountain Aubade by Kim Garcia
“Inside a blue-cupped palm, yellow tipped mountain, wild dogwood, pine…

The Dead Wait on the Living to Go on Living by Kim Garcia
“The chairs wide-mouthed and silent in each others’ presence…

During the Tornado, I’m Thinking of Stars by Sara Henning
“They’re calling them sisters, funnels grafted…

Mario’s Grocery Has No Cameras by Chris Mink
“In lane twelve a young mother wearing…

Sea Lion by Emily Vizzo
“The stink of him came to me first, a salty hit of kelp…

Swept by Emily Vizzo
“Startling, this body-bump of asterisks finding its way…

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