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
If I could turn a moment into eternity, it would be this one, lying beneath the purple robe locust as carpenter bees fight over
Cold I cocoon myself encasing the stringy green hammock around me, camouflaged to sleep. Waking to tittering bushtits flitting through the leaves, their jittery
& why shouldn’t joy beget more joy in the strange and cold streets where water has thieved the leaves and pushed them into storm