Krisela Karaja, the Editor-in-Chief of the 2014 Long River Review, is currently a Fulbright Student Research Fellow in Albania, where she is studying the concepts of memory and nationalism as seen in contemporary poetry during the 25-year post-communist, democratic transition. Though Krisela is focusing on five established Albanian poets for her formal…
Tag: Poetry
“All Sex is Alien”
On February 24th, 2015, Benjamin Grossberg paid a visit to the University of Connecticut Co-Op bookstore to read some of his work and answer some questions for his audience about his writing and editing life. Grossberg, an Assistant poetry editor and book reviewer for the Antioch, has published many pieces…
The Next Great Poet…Google?
As a student of English, anthropology and digital art at UConn, a writer, a millennial, and a human being, I have always been intrigued by the emergence of digital culture, and how we write about our culture, and how it in turn influences our writing. Last semester, I took a…
The Writing on the Wall
Most word-lovers I know, myself included, have the same habit: collecting quotes. Whether it be two lines from a poem or something a professor said in class, taking those words out of context and into one’s own life is important. I’ve been “living” in the same studio space in the…
The Foundation of Writing: Community
My unrelenting desire to label the millennial generation brings us to a split-level apartment on a Main Street block in Northeastern Connecticut. About a dozen people haphazardly form a circle in the living room. In the center of the room, a goldfish in a glass bowl is suspended from a…
L(RR) is for…
Warning: It’s that time of year. You already know what this post is about. ( Since there’s been love, and language of course, there have been words, infinite words, written about love. In fact, many would argue that love is one of, if not the, most pervasive topic in literature….
If my life is ever biography-worthy…
Who would I like to write about my…. Feeling alive? Ray Bradbury. “The grass whispered under his body. He put his arm down, feeling the sheath of fuzz on it, and, far away, below, his toes creaking in his shoes. The wind sighed over his shelled ears. The…
“Artifacts of Our Affection” By Amber West (2014)
Wallace Stevens Poetry Prize, Second Place (2014) When I notice mold in my toothbrush mug I remember the pigeons roosting in the airshaft: their toilet, their nest, our bedroom view dusk and dawn Monogamous, amorous, pigeons are known for their soft cooing calls Once I had three mugs. Gold-trimmed. Blond…
“Jean-Michel Basquiat’s Last One-Artist Show at the Baghoomian Gallery” By Kate Monica (2014)
Wallace Stevens Poetry Contest, Second Place (2014) Collins Literary Prize, Poetry Winner (2014) The passion’s bled out. I’ve split open all the oranges I possibly could to see the wet jewels shining like teeth in the sun and I’ve pushed my fingers into the meat of it and I’ve popped…
“The Wall” By Miller Oberman (2014)
Wallace Stevens Poetry Contest, Winner (2014) Once, drunk, and having just avoided a fight, the two walked outside from the dark dive smelling thrillingly of sour beer and sweat and clapping the blue pool chalk from their hands, they, coming to a boarded up construction site, made fists, their hair…