Welcome to the 25th Volume of poetry from Cider Press Review! In Issue 1, we continue CPR’s tradition of publishing finely crafted poetry, and, fittingly,
The name of every beau, I remember. Aproned Mom kneading dough, I remember. High on song, we left with Cramps’ guitar picks, car shards
She watches her clothes fall down chutes, the cotton swoop, the dull release of wool she wore and how it drops so far below
You say el otro día, and it could be any time, An afternoon of sunlight on red bougainvillea Or a time when the canals