Welcome to Volume 2 of Cider Press Review (2001), courtesy of The Digital Project. In this volume of Cider Press Review, we revisit 2001,
At the edge of my body where the skin is wait for me. I’m coming, but it’s so far. Originally Published in Cider
The train I am waiting for is ten minutes late after hitting a pedestrian. So December darkens. Each idling car generates a smokey boa
Only greed makes me want more than this: gold-leafed maples, soybean nuggets, and rich fields in my Midwest. Yet I crave New Mexican acreage,