With this issue, Cider Press Review enters into its twenty-eighth year of publishing the best new poetry in English. In the first issue of
I woke up with the blues today, no, that’s not quite true, I woke up hungover from a dream—I know— you don’t want to
Behind the cafeteria dumpster on a humid April night, I was knighted by the fierce ones, Random Boy of Sorrows. It was the height
After I waved and you said hi I could not return to that spot in Florida and undo our meeting. If I tucked