Shannon Webb-Campbell
dreaming in a borrowed bed
a woman made of primary colours
woke me like a victory undeclared

she led me to a garden, squeezed lemon juice
all over my body, sticking rinds in my mouths
told me to suck it all in—
my girl, you are citrus
from the book LUNAR TIDES / Book*hug Press
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“Lemon Came in the Night,” came from a dream after spending some time in a Tuscan villa in Italy, picking fresh lemons off the trees and eating them. Even the rind tasted so sweet and sinful. There’s something rejuvenating and sexy about citrus. It also gives a nod to “Lemonworld” a song by The National from their album "High Violet," which elicits an avant-garde oasis and form of escapism.

Shannon Webb-Campbell on "Lemon Came in the Night"
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"James Longenbach, Who Wrote about Poetry for the Masses, Dies at 62"

"James Longenbach, a poet and longtime University of Rochester professor whose prolific writings on poetry for mainstream media publications helped keep the art form in the public eye and explained its complexities to the masses, died July 29 at his home in Stonington, Connecticut....To call Longenbach a giant in the field of poetry would not be an exaggeration. He was once hailed in The New York Times as 'one of the finest scholar-critics working today.'"

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