Welcome to Volume 2 of Cider Press Review (2001), courtesy of The Digital Project. In this volume of Cider Press Review, we revisit 2001,
it was not so much as a stray brain wave or a fleeting glance from your vagrant eyes it was not pop-tarts in the
for Eric I raised one hand to blow a kiss, or wave As I stood watching him float out to sea. I didn’t know
Off the planet without warning, as when my father died, a massive heart attack, sudden, unexpected, my first close-up look. Yet my mother-in-law slowed,