Tag Archives: The Citron Review
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Old Sweater
Leave a commentMay 27, 2024 by The Citron Review
by Mikaela Hagen Years pull lifefrom the sweater’s embraceshape from shoulderspills from fiber,now feeble in returningmy heart’s heat to me.Or …
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Notes on the Poetry Selections
Leave a commentMay 27, 2024 by The Citron Review
In April I attended the Winston-Salem Symphony Orchestra’s anniversary performance of Beethoven’s ninth symphony, commemorating its premiere 200 years ago. …
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NO CHURCH IN THE WILD
Leave a commentMay 27, 2024 by The Citron Review
by Thomas Kneeland Thomas Kneeland is the author of We Be Walkin’ Blackly in the Deep (Marian University Department of Media, …
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Notes on the Fiction Selections
Leave a commentMay 27, 2024 by The Citron Review
I tell my children all the time that they can do hard things. This usually comes with me convincing them …
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Notes on the Micros
Leave a commentMay 27, 2024 by The Citron Review
Over the past couple weeks, I’ve been watching our dwarf sunflowers get accolades from neighbors who want to say one …
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River Ash
Leave a commentDecember 29, 2023 by The Citron Review
by Lila Cutter I wish I could breathe underwater in the Pine River grass tanglingwith shoulder tendons wrapping …
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The author of this poem has an MBA from Yale
1December 29, 2023 by The Citron Review
by Shana Ross & she thinks you should knowthe stock market is just vibes of rich people, the valuation …
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Walla Walla
Leave a commentDecember 29, 2023 by The Citron Review
by Vincent Antonio Rendoni I don’t keep photos of you but I keep that summer in your hometownMain Street …
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Summer
1December 29, 2023 by The Citron Review
by Fran Blake High grasses (we set them afire each October and watch small pieces of orange break off …
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Mourning Dove
Leave a commentDecember 29, 2023 by The Citron Review
by Melissa Goodnight When my kid goes to school and my husband goes to work, I stand in my dimly …
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