In this issue of Cider Press Review, we perseverate on generational conversations—floating between what is past, what is present, and into the liminality of
In the beginning, there’s something to hold on to. Fire in the Old Testament or other myths. Or just the facts about death: We
December, wide with winter, remembers the world. And the stamped earth, trees locked in light. You play computer chess; house dust shimmers in its