Volume 27, Issue 1 of Cider Press Review, April 2025 In the first issue of Volume 27, as we emerge from winter, transforming with
All tapered, watchful, streamlined back from whiskers to racing ears to claws. Even in this stream I saw one, dowsing its snout through
Loneliness this bladed cannot be had without tenacity. Every night I dance a slow salsa against the whetstone. Whittle talons. Shave angles to tines.
I would love to pull a hat off my head and use my dirty forearm to wipe away a hard shine. To sit with