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February 13, 2021 By Claire Guyton

Rauh Family Shout-Out

Rauh Family Shout-Out

pencil drawing of woman sleeping and feeling connected to the outside ocean and cliffs

The first piece we accepted at Waterwheel Review was “Forgive the Form,” by Christina Rauh Fishburne. We three editors shared the giddy moment on the phone, delighting in the revelation of our first author’s name when we clicked “accept” in Submittable. Christina was just as excited when she set our mill in motion with her reply: “Forgive the Form is yours!”

Not content with one first, Christina quickly delivered another. We would publish her work with two companion pieces, we’d told her, and we welcomed any suggestions. “My brother is musician Charlie Rauh and he would love to write a companion piece of music if that would work!”

aged-looking scrolls lettered with a folktale

If that would work? Our vision for Waterwheel Review had led, already, to exactly the kind of collaboration and community-building we’d fantasized about. I laughed with joy when I read that understatement. Why, yes, Christina, that would work very well.

“Until the Charm Fades” came to us a few days later. I must have listened to it fifteen times, reveling in every note. And now… here we are again. The mill keeps turning, there is yet another talented Rauh sibling, and Christina logs another Waterwheel Review first: A contributor shout-out.

It is our absolute delight to shout about another collaboration connected to the one sparked by our publication of “Forgive the Form.” Today Charlie Rauh celebrates the pre-release of his EP, “The Silent Current from Within.” As with “Until the Charm Fades,” which is included in this newest album, “Silent Current” is a family affair. The piece is inspired by the work of Anne Bronte, Anne Carson, and sister Christina, and the music in turn inspired another sibling project.

Charlie asked his brother Chris to write a folktale based on the music and writings, and he asked Christina to create a map based on the folktale’s details of landscape and setting. Check out the pre-release of the EP by Destiny Records. Charlie tells us there will be a limited run of packages that include the album art, an individually crafted map, a handwritten excerpt of the folktale, and a PDF of the complete tale.

medieval-looking map inked onto a scroll

I love everything about this project. The line from the Bronte siblings to the Rauh siblings; the spiraling out of vision and collaboration; the leaping from one art form to another and back again. In a time of enduring disconnection, when all of us are suffering one kind of loss or another, when even those of us who have stayed well and mostly whole are beginning to fray…. Well. We can still make beautiful things. And share in the joy of it.

Claire Guyton

Filed Under: Author Shout-Out

December 1, 2020 By Claire Guyton

Editor’s Note Issue #4

December 2020

Editor’s Note

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The work of this issue is so beautiful, so weirdly wonderful in its different shapes and voices. No pressure, dear December authors—Liam Strong, Nancy Jorgensen, Shannon Bowring—but for me, your work, woven together, comes with a prescription for 2021.

This year has been so steeped in crisis, it’s hard for many of us to consider what came just before. I was already avoiding backward looks before 2020 dawned, and was so thankful, as we counted off those final days of 2019, to see the new year.

In early August 2019, my father had the stroke that killed him two weeks later. Six weeks after that, my mother died in particularly painful and distressing circumstances. The rest of the year was a blur.

By February 2020, I was beginning to feel a little like myself. Pushing through my days became less difficult, my head began to lift. Then… well. All the events that have inspired the habit of a head shake accompanied by the muttered “2020” began to unfold.

My 2019 strategy was to keep my fogged head down and push through, whispering, “This, too, shall pass.” It worked well enough while life, arranged around my confusion of grief, more or less conformed to experience. But here we are, nearing the end of an extraordinary year leading to the next extraordinary year, and I have no idea exactly what’s going to pass, what the passing will look like, and how long it will take.

No lowered head, no closed eyes. No whispering.

I’m doing two things this month to say a firm goodbye to 2020 and walk with intention and strength into whatever the next year holds: Taking stock and making joy.

I’m moved in our December publications by the stories of how we’re made by family and place, by intergenerational connection and disconnection, by deeply personal gain and loss. The events of 2020 and especially the pandemic have inspired reflection on exactly these things, and I am so grateful, given my 2019, for reminders of others’ stories, for every dose of empathy that pulls me back to community. So much the better when the art of the delivery brings joy.

I’m transported by this issue into the lives—real or imagined, the meaning is as deeply felt—very like me or completely unlike me; so close I can feel their breath or presented in whole image, like a painting that shows me something different depending on my sightline. And the art. Dense and chaotic (Strong’s “oil spill”), ordered and lightly spaced (Jorgensen’s “A Thing of Beauty”), strung along the page like birdsong (Bowring’s “Avian Elegies”).

This work, laced together with companion pieces ranging from the gifts of nature, to a beloved master like Patti Smith, and the generous artists Maggie Lach and Deb Farrell, helps me both take clear-eyed stock of loss—personal and communal—and remember what it is to make joy. And share it.

Claire Guyton

Filed Under: From the Editors

September 1, 2020 By Claire Guyton

Editor’s Note Issue #1

September 2020

Editor’s Note

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I feel reckless.

On January 17, and seven years after our first conversation about starting a literary magazine, I emailed my friends Cheryl Wilder and Suzanne Farrell Smith with this question: Waterwheel Review. Where are we?

After years of stopping and starting, and at least two target launch dates scheduled and then allowed to pass, I was ready to hit go. Or… just go. Maybe we could never make room in our lives for this particular labor of love.

List-maker, double-bagger, belt-and-braces Suzanne stunned me with her reply: I feel reckless. Then Cheryl: Fuck it.

We couldn’t have guessed then or by February 29 when our sample issue went live, that by mid-March Cheryl and Suzanne would be homeschooling their children, and I would be working an improvised version of my library job at home. Or that time would feel so vast and slow yet leave so little space—outside the new hygiene and safety protocols, the learning curve required for transporting all human interaction to Zoom, the absorption of information on case numbers and symptoms and methods of transmission—for any labors of love.

If we had known what was coming, we wouldn’t have allowed ourselves to be reckless. Waterwheel Review would still be a project-in-waiting, or, possibly, a project abandoned. And I wouldn’t be thinking about how the three publications in our first issue form, for me, a grand, deeply rich meditation on the passage of time, the lifeline or leash of love, our need to transmute fleeting human experience into art. I wouldn’t marvel at how all three play with surreal narration—Christina in a voice effortlessly moving back and forth through space and time; Jefferson in the simple, modern language of his nonplussed protagonist; and Sofia using the lavish imagery of a fable.

If we had known what was coming, I wouldn’t have enjoyed the thrill of recognition when I first read “Three Women Writing Around My Head”—submitted blind, per our guidelines—and knew the author had to be fellow Mainer Jefferson Navicky. “I will not be voting on this one,” I said, recusing myself without explanation, and sat in silence while my co-editors discussed whether we would accept a piece I wanted so badly (I didn’t suffer long). I wouldn’t now savor this extra spoonful of sweetness in publishing a friend, nor could I extend the treat with a Q&A about his connection to Maine’s robust history of women writers.

If we had known what was coming, “Until the Charm Fades,” the music Charlie Rauh wrote to serve as a companion to his sister Christina’s publication, wouldn’t exist. But we didn’t know. And here we are, reveling in all this art we get to showcase, celebrating this new small community of makers, and glorying in literature without labels.

I have no children to homeschool, so it’s easy for me to say it: I’m glad—so very, very grateful—that we didn’t delay our launch once again. Right now in the time of face masks and hand sanitizer and curbside pickup? I need exactly this kind of reckless.

Claire Guyton

Filed Under: From the Editors

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