In this issue of Cider Press Review, winter blows in—for better or worse. In Jennifer Phillips’ “A Sort-Of Happy Holiday,” a lonely day is
In this issue of Cider Press Review, winter blows in—for better or worse. In Jennifer Phillips’ “A Sort-Of Happy Holiday,” a lonely day is
Did it fail because it didn’t come in first, didn’t reach the summit, didn’t score more, didn’t make the team? Because its opponent falsified
We pull it on each morning like long underwear. Soaked in it, our Rice Krispies snap, crackle, and cry Woe! It drives the plot