tops of trees by Jillian Cundari today for the first time in a long time I saw the tops of trees. I rolled to a near stop in drive at the top of the hill to see the trees and farms rising in heaps and the bubbling people, pushing through…
Books and Videogames: A Marriage of Two Mediums By: Autumn Magro
I love videogames more than books – sometimes. It’s not easy to admit that books are not my one bountiful passion in life (because how romantic is that?), and it’s taken me even longer to rationalize the two together. Unlike books, there is a negative connotation with video games. There…
Slam at the Benton: “Splinter People” by Kelly Stoldt (2017)
Splinter People by Kelly Stoldt My mother has announced her worry That living in a single dorm room is bad for me. She asks if I’ve been socializing If I’ve made friends Leaves out “since the last time.” I tell her I’ve gotten really close with my mattress (It goes…
Does My Voice Need a Color? Platforms and Safe Spaces
Times have changed for those who voice their opinion to the public. The internet is readily available to everyone and it is waiting for us to post our thoughts—in one hundred and forty characters or less. It’s a privilege to have access to a platform through which we can assert…
PATERSON: The Blue-Collar Poet and Writing with a ‘Day Job’ By: Nicholas DiBenedetto
Jim Jarmusch’s Paterson is Paterson in ways that I never realized something could be Paterson. The film’s star, Adam Driver, plays a bus driver and poet named Paterson, who lives in the city of Paterson, New Jersey, and whose favorite poet is William Carlos Williams (whose epic poem Paterson, is…
“Women are a Decorative Sex”: Literary Misogyny and its Perpetuation By: Sabrina O’Brien
One thing that politics has reminded us in the last few months is that gender equality, even in a first-world country like the United States, still has a long way to go. Some women remain oblivious and believe they already have access to equality. This is, of course, false. The…
Nostalgia’s Curse By: Jameson Croteau
My grandparents’ living room reeked of encroaching death. Nature, for years, had been welcomed into the cracks of the handpicked brick walls that had been layered and mortared as an act of love from my strong armed Papa. But every one of those flowers, vines, and blooms were dying, curling…
Thank You!
Another successful Bags and Books Sale! From the staff of Long River Review 2017, thank you for the continued support.
Poetry Slam Series!
This year, we are launching a Poetry Slam series on our website. Watch local poets read from their work, published here for the first time on LongRiverReview.com. Also included are text of the complete poems, and short interviews with the writers. Our first post in this series features “The Anthem”,…
Slam at the Benton: “The Anthem” by Mary Kozan (2017)
The Anthem by Mary Kozan i. The bungalow colony was in its heydey. Blondes unfurled Their legs on plastic deck chairs, laughing like advertisements Over bottles of Coca-Cola. Their children pissed in the pool and shrieked With joy. Tits sagged in one-piece floral bathing suits. My grandmother (then, in the…
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