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Late October
by Andrés Cerpa

Awful & astonishing night will clasp at the leaves; at the coins of a ruined country:
yellow maple; red procession; black branches.

As I move through the park, as I measure, the winter birds bang
their primordial notes. They skitter & lead me home.

They are all I have to follow: flutter, black keys. Shadow,
can you whistle us a tune?

Like the fountains, palming their subtle thirst, I press the leaves
into my coat to keep warm; to keep something.

Underway, the tightening night strips the rotten
berries & lit brilliance. I walk.

Leaden cords ring in a near room, and I return, poor as the evening
with yellow leaves in my coat

to nest in the bed of my shadow.

Published in Cider Press Review, Volume 17, Issue 4.

Andrés Cerpa-Author PhotoAndrés Cerpa was raised in Staten Island, New York. He received his B.A. in English Literature from the University of Delaware and an M.F.A. from Rutgers University Newark. He has been the recipient of an American Academy of Poets Prize from the University of Delaware and his poems have appeared in The Foundling Review.

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She always needs rescuing—
by Charity Gingerich

On the road today, complete with existential dust,
September unfurling her mums and pillowed hills,

I saw three dead animals: a raccoon with bloody lips
just outside his home, the cornfield, green wainscot

of the fields and sky; then, soft and sweater-grey,
crumpled with buttons, a cat curled too soon

in a driver’s haste. How hateful roads on footfall,
I thought, and just then, my tennis shoes skirted

the skin of a frog, pressed just so on its scrapbook
page of asphalt, all the insides squashed out.

When I snap my fingers against the screen
to send a stink-bug hurtling into the ageless evening,

I mourn a little for the them versus us of life, but soon
reach for a perfect peach in its kitchen basket.

Published in Cider Press Review, Volume 17, Issue 4.

Charity GingerichCharity Gingerich is from Akron/Canton, OH, but she lived in Morgantown, WV, and taught at WVU for the past six years. Last summer found her singing with a Mennonite choral group in Poland for 3 weeks.

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Drunken Flowers
by Wendy Chen

Thin fog, cloud paste. The day
is a stretch of longing.

Camphorous smoke rises
from the mouths of golden lions.
Once again, it is the Chongyang festival.

Jade pillow, curtain netting.
Midnight chill passes through the world.

Dusk. I am drunk by the fence
that lines the east,
my sleeves filled with smoke.

Don’t say I can’t be swept away.

When the west wind rolls up my curtain,
I am thinner than a yellow flower.

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[Click image to see the original Chinese.]

 

Published in Cider Press Review, Volume 17, Issue 4.

Wendy-Chen-SqIn 2014, Wendy Chen was awarded the Aliki Perroti and Seth Frank Most Promising Young Poet Prize by the Academy of American Poets. She has been published in American Poets. Currently, she is pursuing an MFA in poetry at Syracuse University.

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