Winter 2015

Letter from the Editor


“Bloom where you are planted.”

These are the words on the front of the small 2016 calendar I just bought for one dollar at The Christmas Tree Shop.

What does it mean to be planted?

Right now, I am rooted in gratitude, for the people in my life, for our readers, our contributors, and our editors. I am writing from the corner of my couch, eager to share the Winter Issue of The Citron Review with you.

What does it mean to bloom, as a literary journal?

The Citron Review is looking for folks who might help us answer this question — As in, we’re hoping that there might be some of you who’d like to get involved with us in a more intimate way. Hoping to become an editor? Love WordPress and social media? Email us at Tell us about you and what you might like to do. And while we were founded by a group of Antioch MFA students, we would love to hear from anyone, anywhere. A love of words is the only requirement (and yes, the willingness to volunteer).

I’m looking forward to watching The Citron Review grow in new ways, and to that end, I am going to step aside in the Spring. We’re thinking about how to best care for this journal, and what it might look like in full blossom. It seems like it’s also a good time to make room for new hands.

Bloom where you are planted.

It might be a lofty statement. For now, I think that the poetry, fiction, and nonfiction here in our Winter Issue might offer an answer — at least for today, where we are right now.

Thank you for reading.

Warmest wishes,

Jacqui Morton
Managing Editor


Table of Contents

Katherine Bonnie Bailey Sounds of the City Micro Fiction
Stephen D. Gibson Ordinarily Sacred Micro Fiction
Nod Ghosh Harborne High Street Creative Nonfiction
Chris J. Rice The Way Creative Nonfiction
Leanne Simpson Missiles Creative Nonfiction
Ann Tinkham The Tree of Hearts Creative Nonfiction
Ben East Confirmation Flash Fiction
Jennifer Fliss The Best Thing for the Baby Flash Fiction
Derek Graf Something Lasting Poetry
Alec Hershman As Far as Hawks Go Poetry
Gail Langstroth I Saw My Soul Become Poetry
Gail Langstroth 11 am Walking Down Forbes Poetry

🍋10th Anniversary

Fall 2019 IssueSeptember 23rd, 2019
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Robert Carr’s “Anchor” is what happens when the tangible aspects of heritage are missing. The speaker is left holding a telephone cord and the remnants of his mother’s voice getting further away. A concise stack of images begin the poem, taking us back to a time when the simplicity of toys meant family. In Carr’s hands, the poem is rooted and rootless at the same time, and now I reflect on the rotary phone, heirlooms from old houses, and my people. -Eric Steineger Managing Editor/Senior #amreading #TheCitronReview #Spring2019Issue #10thanniversary #cheersto10years
The Center, if it holds, requires the Hole, as if the Spiral were pressed in a vinyl disk. Set the heart of Nothing on the spindle and start the record round; "Record" by James B. Nicola #TheCitronReview #Spring2019 #amreading
Marriage! That blessed arrangement! #amreading #microfiction #weddingstories
Now in our Spring Issue, Helen Chambers invites us to read now of forever hold our peace. #amreading #microfiction #weddingstories
Knitters of the world, unite! "Turtles" is a needle-gripping flash from @kaelyhorton . March with us toward passionate prose. (Stitching now our handmade Spring 2019 Issue.) #amreading #flashfiction
Tornado of Flash Fiction Warning! #amreading #Spring2019 #TheCitronReview #cheerstotenyears

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