Welcome to Volume 2 of Cider Press Review (2001), courtesy of The Digital Project. In this volume of Cider Press Review, we revisit 2001,
The Chinese elms insinuate their curved Mandarin nails into the plumbing beneath my house. Grown tall with greediness, their hands fill the pipes. From
always when I want to live I cry out when life is leaving me I cling to him I say—life don’t go yet his
so this is the last poem for you there won’t be any more I said then I sealed the letter and dropped it into