With the beginning of April Poetry Month, we are delighted to debut a new Volume 23, Issue 1 of Cider Press Review. Read exciting
Pursed lips suckle air, their profile tender against nightlight’s glow. Her body wiggles, unconscious still. A caterpillar stuck on its back, she cannot right
In this bar’s suspended lights, a halo hovers over you. The tattoo that you stitched to your neck – mythic spheres, a cluster of
Basically, I got as old as I could. // Now I am myself as I always was, / disguised as myself as I have