San Pedro River Review is a semi-annual print journal of poetry and art.

To save our personhood is to dispossess ourselves of what we thought we knew of it, so that aiming our desire--our re-schooled longing--at dispossession, we liberate objects and world from our engorgement.

Kirsten Clodfelter reviews Sandra Marchetti's "The Canopy"

If Woolf points, in “Walter Sickert” (1934), to the reciprocal stewardship of persons and things, adumbrating how the one can only be the custodian of the other, what manner of seeing structures the import of custodial care? We are meant, I think, to interpret care not in the penitentiary sense, not as though the two categories were locked in a mutual keeping founded on the compulsion to...

Each day I attach less value to the intellect. Each day I realize more clearly that only away from it can the writer possess something of our past impressions, that is attain to something of himself and to the one subject matter of art. What the intellect gives us back under the name of the past is not it. In reality, as happens with the souls of the departed in certain popular legends, each hour of our lives, as soon as it is dead,...

Anyone who has done a poetry workshop has probably done this exercise. You read a chapter of fiction, a newsletter, anything. You pull out words from the writing and make a poem.

Ian McCaul examines Jerome Stern's "Making Shapely Fiction."

I hadn't read Shakespeare since college before picking up Lear again this summer. Certainly, I'd never read Shakespeare as a writer. And I confess, as a fiction writer who hasn't read many plays at all since college, I didn't, at first, know quite what to make of it.

“I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life, and see if I could not learn what it had to teach, and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived. I did not wish to live what was not life, living is so dear; nor did I wish to practice resignation, unless it was quite necessary. I wanted to live deep and suck out all the marrow of life, to live so sturdily and...

When we pause to consider what a tiny fraction of our evolutionary history has been taken up by our post-farming existence, it becomes blindingly obvious that our biological make-up was formed almost entirely before farming...