Welcome to Volume 2 of Cider Press Review (2001), courtesy of The Digital Project. In this volume of Cider Press Review, we revisit 2001,
For those who have no calling, how does one spend the time? Is my today just a groove for my tomorrow? There are books
has seven vowels and two consonants in his name that must be spoken to the accompaniment of moonlight or siren’s scream. He does not
My father worships in the cathedral of the eye the ancient memory box falls open the stored pictures crisp as cellophane