Welcome to Volume 2 of Cider Press Review (2001), courtesy of The Digital Project. In this volume of Cider Press Review, we revisit 2001,
C’est l’heure, little wren little shadow on horseback, wing of black hair, little Vivienne. C’est ton pere— like a bell being rung: C’est ton
A girl spills out of bone thin as birch startled Her voice turns the bowl on its edge Watch for eggs in the snow
In Chicago, and its laughing skirt of cornfields the dryness like the bone-flesh of a desert is running under the long, lean ripples of