“Bloom where you are planted.”
These are the words on the front of the small 2016 calendar I just bought for one dollar at The Christmas Tree Shop.
What does it mean to be planted?
Right now, I am rooted in gratitude, for the people in my life, for our readers, our contributors, and our editors. I am writing from the corner of my couch, eager to share the Winter Issue of The Citron Review with you.
What does it mean to bloom, as a literary journal?
The Citron Review is looking for folks who might help us answer this question — As in, we’re hoping that there might be some of you who’d like to get involved with us in a more intimate way. Hoping to become an editor? Love WordPress and social media? Email us at email@example.com. Tell us about you and what you might like to do. And while we were founded by a group of Antioch MFA students, we would love to hear from anyone, anywhere. A love of words is the only requirement (and yes, the willingness to volunteer).
I’m looking forward to watching The Citron Review grow in new ways, and to that end, I am going to step aside in the Spring. We’re thinking about how to best care for this journal, and what it might look like in full blossom. It seems like it’s also a good time to make room for new hands.
Bloom where you are planted.
It might be a lofty statement. For now, I think that the poetry, fiction, and non fiction here in our Winter Issue might offer an answer — at least for today, where we are right now.
Thank you for reading.
Jacqui Morton, Managing Editor
TABLE OF CONTENTS
|Katherine Bonnie Bailey||Sounds of the City||Micro Fiction
|Stephen D. Gibson
||Ordinarily Sacred||Micro Fiction
||Harborne High Street||CNF|
|Chris J. Rice
||The Tree of Hearts||CNF|
|Ben East||Confirmation||Flash Fiction
|Jennifer Fliss||The Best Thing for the Baby||Flash Fiction
|Derek Graf||Something Lasting||Poetry|
|Alec Hershman||As Far as Hawks Go||Poetry|
||I Saw My Soul Become||Poetry|
||11am Walking Down Forbes||Poetry|