Tag Archives: Poetry
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Falling Is the Deadest Thing (a cento)
1September 23, 2021 by The Citron Review
by Cate McGowan All day long, we are in love with water. I don’t want to say anything. What …
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(who) (what) (when) (where) (why) template
Leave a commentJune 20, 2021 by The Citron Review
by Beth Gordon china cupboard mouse/attic mockingbird the changing light ignored/the nearest star swallowed/the furthest star impaled/ (confront the …
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Portrait of a Young Man, 1919
Leave a commentJune 20, 2021 by The Citron Review
by Lane Fields John walked back from the dock, hands stuffed in his jacket, pistol & medal of the …
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Wisps
Leave a commentJune 20, 2021 by The Citron Review
by Suchita Hariharan Remember: curling up next to your grandmother on humid summer nights eyes fixed on the whirring …
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Notes on the Poetry Selections
Leave a commentJune 20, 2021 by The Citron Review
As I write this letter, it is humid in North Carolina, even in Asheville. In other parts of the state …
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La Zenia
Leave a commentJune 20, 2021 by The Citron Review
by Ross Thompson Late evening, and swimmers are bathing in sepia waves, braving the breakers of Mediterranean water, warm …
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Ashes with Hindsight
Leave a commentJune 20, 2021 by The Citron Review
After Ashes, Steve McQueen, Tate Modern, London, UK by Emma Lee Looking out to the sunny, calm horizon, one …
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(Antenna) (Whiskey) Template
1June 20, 2021 by The Citron Review
by Beth Gordon Unravel the seaweed around your ankles: ankles laced with brine. Gather the wind as bright as …
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Notes on the Poetry Selections
1March 21, 2021 by The Citron Review
The other day, I was teaching a creative writing class and showed Charlotte Pence’s “Consciousness” on the overhead, as I …
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St. Augustine Sits
Leave a commentMarch 21, 2021 by The Citron Review
by Michael Pittard next to me peeling my pear with his bitten fingernails the flesh receding at his gentle …
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