Welcome to Volume 2 of Cider Press Review (2001), courtesy of The Digital Project. In this volume of Cider Press Review, we revisit 2001,
This morning in Tamale, a woman sprinkles dried red peppers over her ceramic plate of plantains and yams. It is the hour of feasting,
Some women claim the blues to be a man, or some distant relative of this style of being. My mother will tell you, if
At seventeen thousand miles an hour even paint flecks are an emergency slowing my orbit and sapping the speed of each recovery that begs