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2016 Pushcart Prize Nominations Announced

The editors of Cider Press Review are delighted to be able to announce our nominations for the 2016 Pushcart Prize:

North Window” by Carlie Hoffman (Vol. 18, Issue 2)
Luminescence” by Amorak Huey (Vol. 18, Issue 1)
To Wanderlust” by Allison Joseph (Vol. 18, Issue 1)
Concrete Noun, Abstract Noun, Emotion, Memory” by Devon Miller-Duggan (Vol. 18, Issue 2)
After Bobby Jindal Posed as White in his Portrait” by Steven Sanchez (Vol. 18, Issue 2)
A Man Tells You What is Good” by Mary Stone (Vol. 18, Issue 3)

Congratulations to our authors for their fine work.

Volume 18, Issue 1 is Now Online

CPR Volume 18, Issue 1Cider Press Review, Volume 18, Issue 1, is now online. Enjoy new poems by Maria Sanz (translated by Lola Hidalgo-Calle and Mark Putnam), Tim Cresswell, M.K. Foster, Colin Schmidt, Yehoshua November, LeRoy Sorensen, Yuko Taniguchi, Ben Debus, Mary Moore, Elijah Burrell, Charles Harper Webb, Amorak Huey, Allison Joseph, Cassandra Cleghorn, Jennifer Highland, Danielle Mitchell, Michael Hurley, Judy Kronenefeld, Amanda Doster, Laurie Klein, Daryl Jones, T.J. Sandella, Janet Hagelgans, Doug Ramspeck, Jennifer Bullis, Tina Richardson, Lynn Schmeidler. With reviews of Ada Limon and Kristina Marie Darling by Dave Seter and Donna Vorreyer.

To Wanderlust
by Allison Joseph

You touch me and I go all directions at once—
wayward, starstruck by street signs
and alleyways, hopped up on a muddy trail’s
unfamiliar suck, jazzed by brick roads
and cul-de-sacs, detours and avenues.
My enemy is the stop sign, red lollipops
impeding progress when I want to run
past their warning onto the next block,
next intersection, next city and town—
all of them discoveries I want to cruise,
rolling the names of dive bars on my tongue,
wiping my dusty soles on the welcome mat
of any family-run restaurant where waitresses
sigh an unfettered sigh and slip me
the biggest piece of pie or cake or chicken.
They too want to be touched by you,
to drop their aprons behind the counter,
saying sayonara to the bus boys, fry cooks.
You make us want to whistle goodbye
to the cash’s register’s clang, the door
bell’s ring, the desk’s stolid chair.
You dance us to the end of one-land highways,
places the GPS shuts off, dots on the map
so miniscule we squint to see them—
tiny etchings on a grid, blue lines like veins.
 

Published in Cider Press Review, Volume 18, Issue 1.

Allison JosephAllison Joseph lives, writes, and teaches in Carbondale, Illinois, where she’s part of the creative writing faculty at Southern Illinois University Carbondale. Her most recent books are My Father’s Kites (Steel Toe Books), Trace Particles (Backbone Press), and Little Epiphanies (Imaginary Friend Press).

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