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Volume 17, Issue 3 is Now Online

CPR Volume 17, Issue 3Cider Press Review, Volume 17, Issue 3 is now online. Enjoy new poems by M. Ross Henry, Carmen Germain, Catherine Moore, Erin Rodoni, Sarina Bosco, Diana Smith Bolton, SarahJordan Stout, Christina Seymour, Jan Bottiglieri, Sara Henning, Allison Joseph, Corrie Williams Kentner, Anthony Botti, Kathleen Brewin Lewis, Doug Ramspeck, Elise Gregory, Julia Bouwsma, Knud Sorensen (Translated by Michael Goldman), Jess Williard, Adam Penna, Jennifer Stewart Miller, Katie Manning, Eloisa Amezcua, Givhan Jennifer, Ann E. Michael, Simon Perchik, Sara Biggs Chaney, Jacqueline Balderrama, Alessandra Bava, Tina Richardson, and Alina Stefanescu. Reviews of Spencer Reece, Laura Madeline Wiseman, and Anne Marie Macari by David Seter, Corrinne Adams, and Cindy Snow.

It
by M Ross Henry

It announces itself as a rustle in the bushes, as a tug of the hem, as a flash of light in the eye, as a shadow, as a moment of nostalgia, as a birthmark, as a sea of swallows swallowing the air’s currents, as a stutter, as a slip of the tongue, as the tongue itself drawing cursive across skin, as a phrase, as a password, as an anniversary, as Daylight Saving Time, as rush hour. It announces itself without invitation, without fanfare, without warning. It sends others running in the opposite direction—to their cars, to their homes, to their root cellars and panic rooms. You are different. You hear it coming and you stay, hoping to watch it transmogrify. The world falls silent. Stillness hangs in the summer air as thick as Midwest humidity. Where is it? In the owl? In the couple fighting next door, their bodies scuttling across their bay window like shadow puppets? In the passing car? Finally, you think you see it. You turn your head and it’s gone.

Published in Cider Press Review, Volume 17, Issue 3.

placesaver2M Ross Henry lives and writes in the lower Missouri River Basin. The motto of the state where M lives is ad astra per aspera, meaning “to the stars through difficulties,” which captures not only the essence of the human condition but also the attempt to capture that condition in and through poetry.

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Color Is To Do Everything
by Carmen Germain

Five days of rain and now this clean morning
pulse of pure light— luminous on the sill
the peacock plume’s iridescent blue-green.
Whenever I gaze at it, said Darwin,
makes me sick, its inexplicable art
grounded in the functional universe.
Silent chickadees stab gray weeds for seed.
By noon leaden clouds weigh the valley dull.
Battling gloom I load my yellow brush
wild hue burning like southern sun. Why we
stirred red ocher with bison fat, painted
Lascaux with reeds, and pebbles shaped like birds.
Shells evolving from Miocene oceans
to bones, to hands that abandoned the sea.
 

Published in Cider Press Review, Volume 17, Issue 3.

placesaver2Carmen Germain is the author of These Things I Will Take with Me (Cherry Grove). Recent work has appeared in Poet lore, The Comstock Review, and The Naugatuck Review. She lives in Washington state and northern British Columbia.

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