Tag Archives: Poetry
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My Daughter Haunts
Leave a commentJune 21, 2019 by The Citron Review
by David Galloway My daughter haunts the house like a quiet poltergeist, moving through rooms leaving markers that she’s …
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Apropos of Balkan’s Last Sworn Virgins
Leave a commentJune 21, 2019 by The Citron Review
by Andrea Jurjević I Socks pulled over hands, virdžina schleps through the snow-choked trail, the hacked peaks of Dinaric …
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The Adams County Opportunity Center
Leave a commentJune 21, 2019 by The Citron Review
by Jennifer Metsker Kendall Babl I texted your landline recently. It’s a mistake to believe I can reach …
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Alexander Calder and the Curve of Disillusion
Leave a commentJune 21, 2019 by The Citron Review
by Melanie McGee Bianchi We were whispering about boys, the few who’d aced the minute thrust of romance and …
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Notes on the Poetry Selections
Leave a commentJune 21, 2019 by The Citron Review
One of my favorite things about Citron’s poetry is its range and the diversity of voices therein—and that a Citron …
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from Ornithoncology
Leave a commentJune 21, 2019 by The Citron Review
by B.J. Best In order to maintain the full integrity of B.J. Best’s work from Ornithoncology, we’ve included a …
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How Much Snow
Leave a commentJune 21, 2019 by The Citron Review
by Erik Moellering There is much that we do not understand about each other, even after five years in …
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Sabotage (or So Much for the Revolution)
Leave a commentMarch 20, 2019 by The Citron Review
by Alina Stefanescu with the Beastie Boys as in wreck with slow hands, trawling the shores of my flesh, …
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Notes on the Poetry Selections
Leave a commentMarch 20, 2019 by The Citron Review
These days, spring is less predictable in Asheville due to climate change. When I moved here in 2010, seasons were …
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Anchor
Leave a commentMarch 20, 2019 by The Citron Review
by Robert Carr Shelves stacked with entrails of telephones. Cop-car black, house-smoke yellow, the avocado- green of mother’s Lazy …
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