In this issue of Cider Press Review, we perseverate on generational conversations—floating between what is past, what is present, and into the liminality of
In this issue of Cider Press Review, we perseverate on generational conversations—floating between what is past, what is present, and into the liminality of
In our newest December issue, the speakers of various poems find themselves recalling the past, consciously or unconsciously. In “Tai Ma” by Angela Siew,
If I steep the jasmine and orchid petals from my centenarian grandmother’s bereavement bouquet and the still bright red tulip from lunar new