Tag Archives: Micros
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Childhood
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by Michelle Ross Woods in early morning. No sunrise—only a slow bleaching. Ghostly glow of X-rayed bones. The wind …
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the poetics of journal, i. gray as graphite, soft as lead.
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by Amanda Hays Blasko I spent an evening driving to the grocery store, thinking about how to describe the …
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Black Cherry Jell-O
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by Beth Hahn The hospice nurse said food was only for pleasure. He carried morphine and release. My stepmother …
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In Lieu Of
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by Beth Hahn Waiting for the kettle to boil, she can no longer find her reflection in the microwave …
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The Mandevilla Clutches the Rail Like a Submissive On Tinder
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by Sarah Sorensen She unspools green fingers that grow like a psychedelic smear. Her center is a roar of …
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the picture
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by Rina Palumbo Cream cheese and strawberry jelly, cut the crusts off, white bread into triangles, snap the lid, …
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My Hands
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by Diana Anaya Witch hands, as I liketo call them, littered withtorn skin around bony claws,white spots on nail …
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Grief, Part I
1December 22, 2025 by The Citron Review
by Melisa Cahnmann-Taylor I filled the mantle with cliché messages of condolence, sympathy, loose words like embrace instead of …
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Grief, Part II
1December 22, 2025 by The Citron Review
by Melisa Cahnmann-Taylor It fell, plop! to the floor, a thirsty palmetto bug in August, trying to stay alive. …
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Grief, Part III
1December 22, 2025 by The Citron Review
by Melisa Cahnmann-Taylor Like a child who says tickle me, tickle me, yet burns in her gut. Why does …
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