Tag Archives: Spring 2014

  1. Desert Sand

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    March 2, 2014 by The Citron Review

    by Jennifer Falkner   I am not sure what it is you want, Otto, in writing to me like this. …
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  2. Layover

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    March 1, 2014 by The Citron Review

    by D. Gilson   Tulsa to Minneapolis to Missoula to Seattle. My mother, a formidable woman of thrift, booked this flight …
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  3. The Vagrant Spirit as the Good Humor Man

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    March 1, 2014 by The Citron Review

    by Helen Wickes   Can’t ever plan for his brittle song, his rattling truck. Sometimes you know in the moment’s …
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  4. Nearsightedness

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    March 1, 2014 by The Citron Review

    by Timothy Gager   as strong winds lift the unfastened off the ground, you barely notice what races beneath me— …
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  5. Cheap

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    March 1, 2014 by The Citron Review

    by P.J. Sambeaux   My mother would only go to the  laundromat in the shittiest part of town, across the …
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  6. In Which I Defend my Decision to Run Away and Join the Circus

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    March 1, 2014 by The Citron Review

    by George Dila   It was an impulse. And impulsivity can be dangerous. A sign of emotional distress. Taking my …
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  7. Still-Life on the Road to Los Ojos

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    March 1, 2014 by The Citron Review

    by Helen Wickes   First waking’s to sound, the dog hoovering flies off the floor, wheezing from sinus trouble and …
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  8. I Borrowed a Knife

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    March 1, 2014 by The Citron Review

    by Devin Galaudet   I borrowed a tent, a tarp and a big hunting knife for the trip to the …
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  9. Sink

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    March 1, 2014 by The Citron Review

    by Tina Tocco   On Fridays, my mother calls the Park & Rec. She sits in her kitchen as the …
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  10. Suicides

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    March 1, 2014 by The Citron Review

    by John Carroll   We were ballers then, and knew nothing else. Our uniforms told us who we were. They …
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