Tag Archives: JR Walsh
-
Notes on the Fiction Selections
Leave a commentApril 2, 2023 by The Citron Review
In my corner of the northeastern United States, we haven’t exactly hit Spring yet. The shores of Lake Ontario aren’t …
Continue reading -
Notes on the Micros
Leave a commentApril 2, 2023 by The Citron Review
This week’s notes are written in a series of 100 word drabbles. Because why not! It’s a gosh darn fun …
Continue reading -
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 …
Continue reading -
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 …
Continue reading -
Notes on the Micros
Leave a commentJune 22, 2022 by The Citron Review
Being Micros editor at The Citron Review means that I have the honor of reading incredible work that pushes the …
Continue reading -
Notes on the Micros
Leave a commentMarch 21, 2022 by The Citron Review
German philosopher and critical theorist Theodor W. Adorno wrote: “To write poetry after Auschwitz is barbaric.” It’s oft-quoted, misquoted, embraced, …
Continue reading -
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 …
Continue reading -
Notes on the Micros
Leave a commentSeptember 23, 2021 by The Citron Review
Out here in our beloved Western city, it was a hard year to grow anything. Our apartment’s patio was hopeful …
Continue reading -
Notes on the Micros
Leave a commentJune 20, 2021 by The Citron Review
Where do inspiration and organization meet? Are they at war? Or is it more of a cooperative struggle resulting in …
Continue reading -
Notes on the Micros
Leave a commentMarch 21, 2021 by The Citron Review
Spring means baseball. I believe it’s a poetic game. The green expanse, the dust clouds, the quiet waiting for the …
Continue reading