Category Archives: Poetry
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The Problem With Not Owning a Ladder
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by Charles Rafferty People head home under all sorts of circumstances – the road made blurry by a third …
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Lives of Truffles
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by Alison Hicks Homing, it’s called, when fungal hyphae attract other hyphae fuse and branch to form a spreading, …
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The Ghost Hotel
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by Douglas Cole Those who have gone before us are available for consultations after lunch in the fire room. …
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Hunger
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by Sher Ting 饭1 and 烦2 Funny how two words phoneticised the same in Chinese but meant vastly different …
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Notes on the Poetry Selections
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When I think about the poems of Citron’s winter issue, one word that comes to mind is curiosity. Curiosity, I …
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Notes on the Micros
Leave a commentDecember 22, 2021 by The Citron Review
Today I’m going to a house between 10am and 4pm to pick up a bottle of award-winning marinade. It …
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There’s no answer to the way the body remembers
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by Peter Grandbois The pain in your hip dipping like a swallow over the grass The ache in your …
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Notes on the Poetry Selections
Leave a commentSeptember 23, 2021 by The Citron Review
The gerund moving and the infinitive to move have different connotations. Moving conjures a range of pathos, from how-exciting-it-is-to-be-getting-out-of-here! or to-someplace-new! …
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Estrogen Gives and Estrogen Takes
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by Megan Lim I The winter is greying upon us, prying its way in. We pray for snow, for …
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Cuts
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by Cate McGowan Today, I fashion a scarf from your seven braids, weave a coverlet of sorrows. The warp: …
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