on a line from Amy Leach’s “Things That Are” I have never made a flower, never have I pressed myself through dirt, me as
on a line from Amy Leach’s “Things That Are” I have never made a flower, never have I pressed myself through dirt, me as
We took turns tossing your ashes with a cup— purple violets, a spring flower, hardy, despite seeming frail—though I reached in to touch your
Cider Press Review’s inaugural web issue, CPR Volume 14, Issue 1, is now online. Read new work by Aran Donovan, Mercedes Lawry, Daye Phillippo,