Category Archives: Poetry
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Sitting Outside Her Door
Leave a commentDecember 22, 2022 by The Citron Review
by Jim Daniels night breeze— pure near-silence of haunted single- digit hours the curb gentle in its slope like …
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Notes on the Micros
Leave a commentDecember 22, 2022 by The Citron Review
After forty-some (increasing emphasis on some) odd years on this planet, in this body, I have realized that I’m not …
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Notes on the Poetry Selections
Leave a commentDecember 22, 2022 by The Citron Review
Our Winter selections are filled with honest poetry about love and desire, loss and forgiveness, and the yearning for something …
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Notes on the Micros
Leave a commentSeptember 23, 2022 by The Citron Review
When it comes to Micros, we’re not the only game in town. And thank goodness. We have to decline an …
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Currency
Leave a commentSeptember 23, 2022 by The Citron Review
by DS Maolalai river’s alive. trout all overwriggling, silver as coins.as old money – punts –stags and other animals.do …
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The Gift
Leave a commentSeptember 23, 2022 by The Citron Review
by Judith Fox Do you know who I am? I asked him. Unable to find my name,my husband burrowedthrough …
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The Time Will Come When You Shall See
Leave a commentSeptember 23, 2022 by The Citron Review
by Terri Drake what the hummingbird sees: world as blur, body as fragile,heart the fluttering of wings,love hovering, body …
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on unlikely teams & broken s(t)eams
Leave a commentSeptember 23, 2022 by The Citron Review
by Jen Schneider the gal on lane eight wears a pink chiffon gown. neither prom nor traditional digs her …
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It Took Courage For My Disowned Mother To RSVP Yes To Uncle’s Wedding
Leave a commentSeptember 23, 2022 by The Citron Review
by Eliot Li Mother bounces around to “The Humpty Dance,” throws punches at the air in front of Uncle. …
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Sand Dollar
1September 23, 2022 by The Citron Review
by Julia Watson Returning, she hugs the weeksback into our skin,places apologies in the dunes of our palms: brittleocean …
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