Tag Archives: Spring 2017
-
On Narrative and Spring
Leave a commentApril 17, 2017 by The Citron Review
Sometimes, we get an appetite for narrative. Of course, narrative remains popular among the kinds of poems we publish, but …
Continue reading -
Victory
Leave a commentApril 17, 2017 by The Citron Review
by Rob Hill The Actor climbed the dizzying stairs, like ascending into a nautilus shell, to the top of …
Continue reading -
Notes on the Fiction Selections
Leave a commentApril 17, 2017 by The Citron Review
Since I could remember, I have always been drawn to the heartbreaking stories. Some of those stories turn and bring …
Continue reading -
On My Bed Thinking About You
Leave a commentApril 17, 2017 by The Citron Review
by Sergio A. Ortiz You, voiceless and buried in a long-forgotten childhood hideaway, a dark jungle where every tree …
Continue reading -
Sitting On An Antique Sofa In Westin, Massachusetts On A Summer’s Evening
Leave a commentApril 17, 2017 by The Citron Review
by Jennifer van Alstyne Yuri sits on mahogany bench & runs fingers Across keyboard, tests A-minor tri-tone Before Handel’s …
Continue reading -
Notes on the Creative Nonfiction Selections
Leave a commentApril 17, 2017 by The Citron Review
In The Citron Review’s Spring 2017 issue, Marianne Cirone and I are glad to present “Salt,” by Laurie Ember, “Wasted …
Continue reading -
Enough
Leave a commentApril 17, 2017 by The Citron Review
by Maria Terrone There are gray days in fall when occasional light burnishing the leaves is enough, and you …
Continue reading -
In Havana – For J. Elizabeth Coppola 1961-2000
Leave a commentApril 17, 2017 by The Citron Review
by Bruce Isaacson It happened twenty years ago and it happened last night—it happened outside time. Eli. Came to …
Continue reading -
It Would Not Have Our Bones
1April 17, 2017 by The Citron Review
by Kathryn McMahon In the winter all the sparrows died. And the falcons and the finches and the blue …
Continue reading -
Salt
4April 17, 2017 by The Citron Review
by Laurie Ember As a little girl, I poured salt on slugs. Summer fun. Thick, white mountains from blue …
Continue reading
The Citron Review 