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,
Ashes from his body under my tongue, soft as an uncoated pill, life reduces to soft gray. Tiny bone fragments rough up my mouth,
Trying to suss out whether absence is enemy or friend, we sit side by side in Adirondack chairs, our minds in the flames licking
Pascal had it right: the raw night’s a riptide; oceans of emptiness yawn in its wake. On the thermostat screen, black tarp punctured by