Welcome to Volume 2 of Cider Press Review (2001), courtesy of The Digital Project. In this volume of Cider Press Review, we revisit 2001,
After the river rose above its banks, after the farms and fields and yards were drowned and drained again, all was fish-strewn, stump- and
One eyelash, one millimeter longer than each other eyelash on your left eyelid, bends at its tip, as it, alone, leans on my lowest
Oh anyway it’s not the small desires that eat you up. Those things half-criminal with joy—a tall man’s rakish hair; the wet teeth of