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with Caution, Enter Risk
by Gabrielle Campagnano

The paint had come off the sign in a half-sinister,
half-admirable way, as if to say I have given up
on warnings.

No better invitation had ever hung at the expense
of the mounting dark. And just beyond the sign,
a great globe of beefy light, the water lapping over itself

until it was difficult to tell moon from soot
from something else entirely—
I remember when my father told me

not to go looking for meaning in places
where it didn’t belong. Weather patterns.
The strange constellation of slim ice

On the inside of the bathroom mirror.
When two New Jersey police vehicles
got struck by lightning after weeks of poor press

I was asked to keep my mouth shut
and set the table. Sometimes I would watch my father
watch his garden as though it were entirely out

of his control. The year the 286 pound
Dill’s Atlantic Giant grew from a bird dropping
he would look down at it and speak to his own father
through the cigar in his mouth. And there, father,

the trees around the lake bent inward
at their base as though they could only grow
toward each other. I apologize for how

I stripped down and waded into the water
I couldn’t judge the depth of.
Everything has laid signs for me.
If I squint, they’re in language we both speak.


Published in Cider Press Review, Volume 18, Issue 3.

Gabrielle CampagnanoGabrielle Campagnano is an MFA candidate at Vermont College of Fine Arts and a teacher in New Haven, Conn. Her work has appeared in Tule Review, Salamander Magazine, and The Cossack, among others. She is at work on her first full-length collection of poems.

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Night on the Way Back from the Metolius River
by Jed Myers

We talked out our blues to the dark,
backs to a log, seated on dirt
the summer’d dried out. Before us
the trees like silhouette curtains parted—
the starry backdrop went back
and back, a oneness of distance

and time, what had cast us all out
on our world lines. We had parked
our families in the motel by the road,
glad for a walk out into the dusk,
chance for a smoke, maybe a tavern’s red
sign-glow among the conifer trunks

as we scuffed gravel shoulder around
the long bend. There was no tavern,
but a dirt road to a small lot, someone’s
not-yet cabin, and without discussion
we’d sat down for the show. Night,
what can it know? For all the time

it held in its view, it told us nothing—
not how in years we’d be out of our houses,
out of the blame showers, immersed
in the lulls and surges of uncertain touch,
wanderers like when we were young
but old. Could the night have said

there’s another road, shown the invisible
need in love’s angry bed, turned us
toward not away? I wonder—with all
the star-theater’s space before us, for all
our talk of our thwarted urges—what
if the dark spoke we’d have heard.


Published in Cider Press Review, Volume 18, Issue 3.

Jed MyersJed Myers lives in Seattle. His poetry collections include Watching the Perseids (Sacramento Poetry Center Book Award), the chapbook The Nameless (Finishing Line Press), and a chapbook forthcoming from Egress Studio Press. His work has received Southern Indiana Review’s Editors’ Award, the Literal Latte Poetry Award, and Blue Lyra Review’s Longish Poem Award.

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Pop Quiz
by Heddy Reid

Pop Quiz

1. Technology:

Explain Twitter. What do tweets,
string theory, and the Doppler effect have in common? (Spelling counts.)

2. Sexual Harassment:
Have you known any serial gropers?
Did you turn them in? On? Why or why not?

3. Theology:
Explain God, the backstory.
For extra credit, deconsruct transubstantiation.

4. Geopolitics:
Speculate: Where might what country’s chub
president go when he disappears? Consider his Ricin stockpiles.

5. The Three Fates:
Reflect on the spinner; the thread measurer;
and the scissors wielder. Are they on the job today? Why?

6. Suffering:
Does suffering always lurk behind the arras?
Does anyone escape? Discuss.

7. Poetry:

Explain silence, and the blood moon. Attachment
theory, snare drums, and metonymy. Burrowing owls.


Published in Cider Press Review, Volume 18, Issue 3.

placesaver2Heddy Reid is the author of A Far Cry, a chapbook of poems, and The Soul in Balance, a book of selected meditations paired with photographs of the Washington Cathedral. Heddy has taught poetry to adults and serves on the Poetry Board of the Folger Shakespeare Library in Washington, D.C.

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