Welcome to Volume 2 of Cider Press Review (2001), courtesy of The Digital Project. In this volume of Cider Press Review, we revisit 2001,
Linear in its literal unfolding, night catches the unaware, flinging bat wings over everything; even anger is less intense than darkness, which challenges the
Two Redtails on an updraft hawk the field, their flight a dance of widening and approaching circles spiraling. It’s spring. Far below, the next
Fever overcomes me. The right wind is euphoric; the touch of fingers. I am the one who is going to cry though my winter