You can cut all the flowers but you cannot keep Spring from coming.
When I was younger I thought that spring was a silly season.
I thought spring was just a way to get to summer, and most importantly, I thought that both seasons were just a way to get to the romance of fall.
With age I have learned that spring is riskier for the heart than fall. In fall we harvest what has been tended to, what has defied the odds. In spring we plant where there is nothing and fall in love with possibility.
The contributors in this issue bring us their stories with great tenderness after what seemed to be the longest winter. Despite all the flowers that were cut, these writers remind us of the truth of spring: after winter losses there will be beauty again.
On behalf of the editors at The Citron Review, we hope you enjoy this issue as much as we do.
Angela M. Brommel
The Citron Review
TABLE OF CONTENTS
|Eric Steineger||Notes on the Poetry Selections||Poetry|
||On My Bed Thinking About You||Poetry|
|Jennifer van Alstyne
||Sitting On An Antique Sofa In Weston, Massachusetts On A Summer’s Evening||Poetry|
|Zach Jacobs||Notes on the CNF Selections||CNF|
|Notes on the Fiction Selections||Fiction|
|Kelley Lindberg||A Canyon’s Secret||Fiction
|Kathryn McMahon||It Would Not Have Our Bones||Fiction
|Siobhan Welch||The Sky Was Electric Blue||Fiction|
|Siobhan Welch||Kendrick Court, July 1983||Fiction|
|Rob Hill||Dead Matches||Fiction|