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CPR Best of Volume 16 Now Available

CPR Volume 16 Front CoverAfter more than a week of stuffing envelopes, the hard-copy “Best of Volume 16” Cider Press Review is on its way to contributors, subscribers, and former Book Award contest entrants.

The “Best of” issue features poems by Rebecca Baggett, Carol Berg, Jennifer Jackson Berry, Maggie Blake, Ace Boggess, John Bradley, Christine Butterworth-McDermott, Sharon Chmielarz, Lisa J. Cihlar, Joan Colby, Michael Collins, Gemma Cooper-Novack, Jimmie Cumbie, Carol V. Davis, Paul Dickey, Iris Jamahl Dunkle, Carol Ellis, Sarah Estes, David Eye, Evelyn Clark Farbman, Shawn Fawson, Janice Greenwood, David Hathwell, Gary Hawkins, Sara Henning, Brian Patrick Heston, Louisa Howerow, Ann Hudson, Amie Keddy, Heather Lang, Susanna Lang, Mercedes Lawry, Bernadette McBride, Amy Meckler, Colleen Michaels, Nancy Carol Moody, Carolyn Moore, Mary Moore, Susannah Nevison, Amy Newday, Autumn Newman, Sharon Olson, Mary Elizabeth Parker, Lynn Pedersen, Kevin Phan, Katherine Rauk, Geri Rosenzweig, Michael G. Smith, Heather Sommer, Sarah Sousa, Joannie Stangeland, Kelly Terwilliger, Lisken Van Pelt Dus, Ryan Vine, Donna Vorreyer, Chelsea Wagenaar, Mark Wagenaar, Marq Wilson, Laura Madeline Wiseman, Anne Harding Woodworth, Matthew Zingg. Book reviews by Ken Hada and Gary Leising.

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Four Definitions for the Use of Time
by Carolyn Moore


Your book club neighbor chats across the fence
of marginalia you’d feel rude to halt.
You’re late for the doctor’s bad news redefining
late as good. (Here, time as minutes saved
before the clock’s face and hands tic with fear.)


Our dead forget all of their favorite colors
but not how we felt when our red wine stained
their table’s open grain. (Time as rebuke,
selective as trout hungry for nymphs,
and you with nothing but dry flies to pimp.)


The lawn defines itself once grass aligns
with like shades cordoned off from random greens.
(Linear pastime, two deft steps to where
Aristotle applauds your logic’s genus,
differentia, and cool distraction.)


The ER doctor said the midnight skunk
saved your life. Its stench woke you in time.
(Here, a temporal housemaid scours grit
from crisis, rasps and files time’s rough, chipped edge—
though if chafed too long, the fault fissures anew.)


Consider circles in dreams that make you sweat:
those rubber loops back to unfinished grief.
That pain, like time, is useful for its waste.


Published in Cider Press Review, Volume 16, Issue 4.

Carolyn Moore’s four chapbooks won their respective competitions, the most recent of which, The Seven Deadlies, was published by Interrobang?!  in 2012. Her book-length collection, What Euclid’s Third Axiom Neglects To Mention about Circles, came out in 2013 as winner of the White Pine Press Poetry Prize. Moore taught at Humboldt State University (Arcata, CA) until able to earn her way as a freelance writer working from the last vestige of the family farm in Tigard, Oregon.

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