Tag Archives: Poetry
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Mind Training Slogan 34: Don’t Transfer the Ox’s Load to the Cow
1March 21, 2022 by The Citron Review
by Brandel France de Bravo I’ve measured out my life in dryer lint. Do I dare, with my father’s …
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The Problem With Not Owning a Ladder
Leave a commentDecember 22, 2021 by The Citron Review
by Charles Rafferty People head home under all sorts of circumstances – the road made blurry by a third …
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Lives of Truffles
Leave a commentDecember 22, 2021 by The Citron Review
by Alison Hicks Homing, it’s called, when fungal hyphae attract other hyphae fuse and branch to form a spreading, …
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The Ghost Hotel
Leave a commentDecember 22, 2021 by The Citron Review
by Douglas Cole Those who have gone before us are available for consultations after lunch in the fire room. …
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Hunger
Leave a commentDecember 22, 2021 by The Citron Review
by Sher Ting 饭1 and 烦2 Funny how two words phoneticised the same in Chinese but meant vastly different …
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Notes on the Poetry Selections
Leave a commentDecember 22, 2021 by The Citron Review
When I think about the poems of Citron’s winter issue, one word that comes to mind is curiosity. Curiosity, I …
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There’s no answer to the way the body remembers
1September 23, 2021 by The Citron Review
by Peter Grandbois The pain in your hip dipping like a swallow over the grass The ache in your …
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Notes on the Poetry Selections
Leave a commentSeptember 23, 2021 by The Citron Review
The gerund moving and the infinitive to move have different connotations. Moving conjures a range of pathos, from how-exciting-it-is-to-be-getting-out-of-here! or to-someplace-new! …
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Estrogen Gives and Estrogen Takes
Leave a commentSeptember 23, 2021 by The Citron Review
by Meg McManama I The winter is greying upon us, prying its way in. We pray for snow, for sun. …
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Cuts
Leave a commentSeptember 23, 2021 by The Citron Review
by Cate McGowan Today, I fashion a scarf from your seven braids, weave a coverlet of sorrows. The warp: …
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